The boys are back, the boys are back in town.
Tom and Joe have been away on a school trip, for a whole week, together. The garden may be full on with its colour and bird song but the house has been rather quiet and dull
Mr Uhdd and I have never been without them for so long (let alone the added angst they have been in an plane, over the sea: I know there is no logic to my anxiety, they are at far greater risk on the school run, but try telling me that.) We might have made the most of our new found freedom and gone down to the local pub, but it has shut since we were last in the market for nipping down for a pint of an evening.
Well they have touched down now and we will be collecting them from school in an hour or so. I’ve cleaned their rooms, fluffed their pillows, lit a fire in the lounge and baked their favourite cake (rocky road)
I told Joe before he went, ‘Be careful crossing the road, they drive on the other side of the road over there.’ he replied ‘Muuuuum, I know: and you are supposed to look both ways before you cross the road ANYWHERE.
Friends tell me it gets worse, that a hug, a bit of Savlon and a sticking plaster will not sooth all; soon I’ll be fretting about them driving and staying out all night, drink, drugs, the list goes on….. they don’t warn you about this at NCT classes.