I wonder when I will stop calling it home? I think I will have two homes for a while…
Anyway, today MrS and I (and Smudge, natch) took a roadtrip back to Norwich. I wasn’t planning on returning quite so soon, but when I thought things through, this was the only chance to see the boys before they go on holiday in two weeks time. Then we are going away and it would be getting on for 8 weeks by the time we could see each other again. Plus there was No1’s contretemps with a fiat 500 earlier in the week so really I just wanted to make sure Everything Was Ok.
Which of course it is. No1 is enjoying his independence and the house was really tidy when we arrived. He’d even cleaned the bathroom and there was evidence of ironing, although we did have to have a revision lesson on the washing machine. No2 has settled in easily at his dad’s and both can’t wait for their holiday in a fortnight.
We caught up over fish and chips (“Of course we’re fine mum!”) and it was so lovely to see them both. The world hasn’t stopped turning because we’re all in different places for now.