He's leaving this afternoon. He only told me last night. We've both tested clear for Covid this morning so that's a relief. I still feel very tired and a bit thick-headed but generally a bit better.
I have a friend who has adult sons, one of whom came back to live with her during Covid, and she doesn't understand why I won't keep him here for another few weeks if that's what he wants. But a son's a son and has grown up with you, you have things in common and you hopefully understand them better than I do this young man. I have moments of thinking he's vulnerable and feeling protective towards him and then other moments when I think he's quite sly.
We went out for a walk through a local village last night and ended up eating in the garden of the pub. They take your card to start with, then run a tab system. We ordered our food and took our drinks outside. Ten minutes later he got up to go to the loo and when he came back he was carrying another pint and also a bowl of whitebait. I assumed he'd bought them himself, but it turned out he'd added them to my tab. It was only £12, nothing major — but the fact he hadn't even asked if it was okay really rankled. I can't believe his parents would allow him to do that.
My partner is back here this morning and I'm glad to have someone else around. He's going to take him to the station. It will be lovely to have the house back to ourselves.