Another week has flown by and what a strange one it's been. It started with a migraine (after months without one) and me on auto-pilot, which saw me sending emails with totally inappropriate sentiments (there are some emails that should never be sent with "Hugs xx"). I just hope the recipients appreciated the love.
Next came two very upsetting days which saw me wanting to run away from home. I seriously think that if I hadn't been expecting DS home later in the week that I would in fact have gone. I still have a key to Dad's house (it hasn't been sold yet) so could have gone there - no furniture or anything in it but I'd have coped. This led to the realisation that not only do I miss him, I also miss my weekends away. The chance to be "home" again (DH hates when I say that but even after spending half my life down here, I'm not a natural southener and the NE is still home) and all that entails (wild nights out and catching up with friends) kept me grounded.
Wednesday was a day of quiet reflection (9 yrs to the day since Mum died) as, let's face it ,I'm not much use for anything else on a Wednesday.
And then the good stuff started!
My boy is home!
He phoned from London on Weds. afternoon to say he was back in the country and would it be OK if he and girlfriend came straight up to us - he was 24 hours earlier than expected. Wonder what he'd have done if I'd said no? Further texts and calls followed asking me a) could he borrow...? yep, the bank of Mum and Dad is open again and b) could I look up train times? Just as well I did as he would have ended up at the wrong station. He wanted to go to Paddington (trains for Oxford) but needed to go to Marylebone (trains for our local station which happens to be in Bucks.).
I am so grateful for him being home for the following reasons:
- he arrived early so I didn't have chance to tidy his room
- I had my lunch made for me yesterday
- someone other than me emptied the dishwasher
- he refused to let me do his washing (?!!)
- he and Vicky are cooking for us tonight (Thai green curry - prawns)
- Vicky and I are going to a card class together on Saturday pm.
- the three of us are booked to see Harry Potter part 2 in 3D in Aylesbury on Sunday
- that means I have to watch part 1 this afternoon
- I get to make Delia's improved pavlova again (by special request of DS)
- comfort food - they'd been eating junk whilst away so I made chicken casserole last night.
He won't be here long as he has to be back in Bristol by 22nd so I'm making the most of it.
I'm amazed that the tiny scrap I had almost 22 years ago is now a thoughtful and caring young man. He's also now taller than his Dad (which he didn't get from me).
No crafting this week although I have found a use for the pegs that were left over after I'd altered the clipboards for Christmas. :)
And now for the questions thrown up by this week:
What has Liz Hurley done to Shane Warne? And why????
Why when you lose weight* does it always come off the bits you don't want it to? In my case my boobs - it's taken me over 20 years and a pregnancy to get them like this.
Was it very daring of me to wear one of my shorter skirts yesterday? You could see my ankles and....ooh, 2 inches of leg. It's not my legs I'm hiding by the way it's my knees.
How many times in one day can MTV show the top20/40 and is it sad that I watch most of them?
What is the difference between the top 20 and the Urban top 20?
* I am not trying to lose weight but the self-imposed ban on buying chocolate/red wine/chocolate biscuits is having unforeseen results.
That's it for this week.
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