Every now and then I go and stay with my Dad while my step-mum is away ‘just in case’. So I set off early this morning, through the misty murk, to be greeted with driving rain by the time I got to Milton Keynes. The temperature has nose-dived too and I’m beginning to suspect we have skipped autumn and gone straight to winter. Humph!
My first port of call was to a place where I offer homeopathy to some nuns. Not only do I get to scrape my Karma level up from zero to a more positive number, but they are lovely people too so I come away feeling happy and good (!) Mind you, this time I was lucky to come away at all as I had somehow failed to notice that there were two heaters on in the room. By the end of the day someone came in to clear up and on unplugging the second heater (duh!) found that everything had got so heated the plug had melted away!!!! a bit longer & I guess it would have gone up in flames.
(You know I had been a bit mystified as to why I kept turning the other heater down, and eventually off, and still the room was hot)
Anyway, I am now safely with my Dad and enjoying the Hampshire countryside once again. Skipping off for a brief country stroll I bumped into a woman-on-a-mission carrying armfuls of raspberries and waving a cheery hello as she whistled past me. Was I in the Archers?
Then the phone rang and it was one of my boys. Immediately on the alert for signs of hunger, sadness or sleep deprivation I grilled him on his first day at university. Of course any normal person would have guessed that today was fine, but it is still taking me a while to realise that my boys are more than capable of surviving away from The Nest.
So no scope for crying there. Hmmmm...
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