Friday, March 31, 2006


Older son works in Spain. There is a strike in France so he doesn't know if he can get back to Blighty tonight. Damn these Frenchies!

Although I don't see why the pilots can't just fly around France. They'd only have to go a bit more left if they were flying from Madrid.

He and his lovely girlfriend are supposed to be coming here tonight too. Couldn't the French have struck another weekend? Or better still, mid-week?

Meanwhile younger son left the house on Wednesday evening and hasn't been heard from since. I tell myself if he were away in university I wouldn't know where he was but somehow that doesn't stop the niggling anxiety. Not helped by the local ongoing murder trial either where youths are accused of killing another seventeen-year-old after a night out.