So, after months of planning and preparing, Younger Son and Nuora are off.
Off to the Perhentian Islands in Malaysia to set up Blue Temple Conservation, a marine environmental project. It's wonderfully worthwhile thing to do and we're very proud of them but it means that, for the next five years, they'll be spending 9 months of the year in Malaysia and then splitting the other 3 months between Wales and Italy, and the Welsh Mam in me wishes it was the other way around!
At this precise moment, ten minutes after they've left, I'm wishing I could cry as I feel a big tear weighing me down. Ah well, I tell myself, look on the bright side: at least you won't have so much trouble with the shower plughole regularly being bunged up with YS's hair.
And in about three-quarters of an hour Wales play Italy in the first of this year's Six Nations matches so that'll take my mind off things. But what I really need is chocolate.
6 comments:
With today's technology Liz, keeping in touch must be easier - I know it's not the same but it's something - you'll be able to share their adventure. xxx
Mrs N, I can't get on your blog!
A super adventure ,, I would be thinking of ways I could get out there . I hope you got your chocolate to cheer you up x
In all honesty Liz, you'll see them more often than I've seen son '1 recently and he's only in West Wales. Though that is no consolation. Wish I could hug you and bring chocolate!
George doesn't look too happy about the prospect!
You can always chat to them on Skype and as Anne says plan a visit ;-)
WE're hoping to go next year, Anne. Give them time to settle in first.
Thanks, Shirl. I've bought myself chocolate - a lot!
George is very sad, cherrypie, and, yes, the internet is a wonderful thing.
Post a Comment