We are part of that strange modern family phenomenon. Just when you think they have all flown the coop, one or other meanders back to roost, glad to be home.
So what is it with kids? Why do they always revert to teenagers whatever their age? Loo seats up, dirty washing everywhere, every darn cup in the kitchen used and left...
You get the picture.
So the last one standing is off to join another one on foreign soil. A vacation. You are not kidding!
Okay - so I have to take over his role in the family business, but there will be no one to sit in judgement to watch us grow old disgracefully. Don't get me wrong, I love all four of them. Yes, four! But sometimes, you just need your space.
When the third left home, we could finally give up meat again. This one? Well, less of everything. Laundry piles are 10 to 1 in his favour. Yes, that's ten times as much...
Actually, Mrs G and I were thinking of running away from home...but we'll see how the next few weeks go!
A time shift; it's a bout six hours after beginning this blog. Quite a day at the shop! We've cleaned and re-jigged and I think we will be injecting some well needed energy back into the business. And there is still time for writing.
Alone again...or...
(a great track from a fine album - psychedelia lives! Have a listen here; Alone Again - or... Love)
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