Thank you all SO much for your lovely comments and advice on how to best deal with my 'empty nest syndrome'. They cheered me up no end and were really thoughtful. I have to admit to welling up a a few times as I read about you struggling with your own change in situation – particularly all those of you with just the one child…
Sam coming home…
However, as you all said he would, Sam did come home this weekend, and yes he did have his washing with him! :) Clearly the advice given by the rather fierce housekeeper who'd shown us around the halls on our initial visit had fallen on deaf ears."Anyone who tries to leave this building with dirty washing will set off the alarms that are situated in the main entrance".
I, of course, have been as happy as Larry, with my kitchen once again resembling Mrs Woo's laundry, although I have noticed the wallpaper in the sitting room starting to roll back due to the enormous amount of steam coming from my iron..!
In truth I haven't really SEEN much of Sam as his girlfriend lives locally, and of course his mates have missed him too, so what with his 'cider' night, a bit of off roading and mending the exhaust AFTER the offroading, I was glad just to see that his bed had been slept in!
It's lovely though how much more we have to talk about when we don't see each other every day, and it sounds as though he's moved in with a good crowd and is settling in well. I did dish up sausage and mash with my special onion gravy for them all yesterday evening before coming into work, so all is well in my world. :)
Lucy and needles
I've actually had a chance to spend some time with Lucy too, although not for the best reason. She had this ghastly lurgy and was laid up at home for the best part of the week poor soul. She's normally in rude health, but this really knocked her for six. She even had to go for a blood test which was a bit of a trial as unfortunately she seems to have inherited my 'submerged' veins…
After three attempts to get a needle into her, she had gone such a strange shade of pale that the doctor made her lie down before she fell down! As she said, it's not that it hurts, it's the sensation and the fact the doctor kept explaining how difficult it was – inspite of all the digging – to locate a vein!
It took me back to the numerous blood tests I had to have when I was pregnant with her, and how the doctor always sat me by the sink incase I heaved. Worse still was when I went to give blood and the chap there got me to squeeze a rubber ball, while he explained in graphic detail the journey my blood was taking from vein to plastic sachet!! I can assure you, it took more than a jammy dodger to get the colour back in my cheeks on that occasion.
Have any weird phobias?
Pathetic really I know, but it's just one of those weird things. Or maybe you're reading this and feeling exactly the same way, but if not, what does fill you with dread, or just make you feel queasy? Full blown phobias are easier to spot like the fear of flying, heights, or boats, but what of the more obscure?
My son Jack is unable to fasten boltring clasps on necklaces without breaking into a sweat and feeling sick! (He would of course be fastening them for me not himself!!) My brother can't bear anyone running their hands over carpet, and my friend Jo retches if she smellls cat food! Another one that makes me get a bit sweaty is tryng to put mascara on those tiny lashes in the corner of your eye… strange but true! I bet you can top those though – and it will be great to read through them
And staying with strange, but in the nicest way possible, Lucy's cat Ella will actually 'fetch' things if you throw them for her! I'm not talking about a ball or stick obviously – she is a cat after all.
But a hair band, piece of string or ribbon, and she rushes off and then returns and drops it at your feet! Really impressive I feel.
Oh, and if you get her little cat treats out in the sachet and leave them unopened on the side, she'll pick those up and bring them to you, and if you don't open them immediately, she'll do the job for you! Incredible. In complete contrast to my mum's cat Murphy who basically just sleeps, or lies down all day… but he's very loveable too.
Stange pets, weird phobias, let's share! Look forward to hearing from you, and hope you have a great week.
Love Ali xx