You are of course quite right, annodomini. I tried to plan in advance, I knew how much I would miss him becuse we do get on so well and I remembered how much I missed his sister - still do really and she left 7 years ago.
I have joined another couple of choirs, joined a book club, been finally persuaded to join the WI, and really thought yesterday as we dropped him off that I was doing really well - but then went and spolit it all when I realised we wouldn't be having brekfast together this morning and had a little weep! DBH is not the most social person in the morning and it suddenly dawned on me that I shall never again have someone to discuss the news with, not until at least 11am, and then at the weekend only. I can't think of many people who would want to join me at 7.30am with their poached egg on toast to discuss syrian or ukranian politics.
Of course I shall get used to it, it's just going to be tough over the next few years as he leaves and returns, leaves and returns until finally leaving for ever.
I suppose it's a bit like when your best closest friend moves away. You know that you can stay with each other, but things will never be quite the same again. In the meantime, it's lovely to have somewhere like this where you can get it out of your system and know that some people understand. Others don't, because they had difficult teens and couldn't wait for them to leave, I have quite a few friends like that.
William and Catherine’s Anniversary Photo
Recalled for a further appointment after a routine mammogram






