Well, my baby's gone. Younger Son is flying off to Ibiza this evening and a friend was giving him a lift to Luton. He was quite calm and organised about it; I was the one who was fussing.
He'll be all right. I know he will. It's only for three months.
But I'm a mum. I've got to worry a bit.
4 comments:
You never stop worrying... even when you are in your dotage and in the home for the bewildered and hopeless you'll still worry that he is okay and not too worried about you... :-)
My daughter went to work in Crete for 3 months last year.
Closet I have ever come to insanity.
Patricia had a ball and loved every moment of it, I on the other hand ran up a massive phone bill as I had to speak to once a day at least.
She went away a girl and came home a young woman, it turned out to be good for us both.
Is he working there? Or having an extended holiday? Either way, what an experience for him! :D
I'm sure that's right, furtheron.
I'm relying on the wonders of the internet and facebook to keep in touch, Lia. He's been warned what will happen if he doesn't!
Working for a dive school, leslie, in return for bed and board and diving lessons.
Post a Comment