Darling son surprised me on Friday by turning up when he said he wasn't going to make it that day, full of hugs, smiles, kindness, presents and genuinly pleased to see me and be home.
48 hours later he was scratching at the door, desperate to spend time with his friends and go into Manchester, an obviously big city so different from his Aberystwyth lifestyle, and spend some time in the hustle and bustle. He says he might not be back until late.
Lovely, nice bath, chat on here, watch a bit of tele, have a nap, ignore the bombsite he has created and breathe. 
How long does it take when you all have visitors/family visit for the novelty of them to wear off a bit?