My youngest son is starting university next week. So the last month has been the familiar frantic rush of making sure your child won’t break their neck the first time they fly!!
Funding organised…tick…just!! More of that in another post!
Accommodation organised…actually quite special, in a converted Edwardian building, with a balcony, and three fabulous flatmates.
Contents of said accommodation organised, not easy from long distance, but boxes landed today, so offspring can prepare food and sleep in comfort!
Weather has been challenging…torrential rain, flash flooding, gale force winds…welcome to the north of England, my child, a far cry from your home of sun and sea.
But all good. I should be relaxed and slightly smug. As I am. Apart from one small glitch.
In anticipation of a colder clime, I bought a jumper. A chenille jumper. I am a sucker for a bit of chenille. That enticing softness, that multifaceted colour, ohhhhhhh!!! I fall for its snuggly sneakiness EVERY time!
And forget the shedding!
Oh maaaaaan the shedding!! Today, Matthew, (for those slightly confused by the Matthew reference, I include this https://g.co/kgs/2Ey5ee) I have been the hairiest of hairy!! Every room I have been in has a trail of black fur. A miasma of charcoal fuzz. And tonight, as I stripped for my bath, I was confronted by this!
Hmmm!! Attractive!!
But hey!! My baby bear has ventured off to find his growl. My job is done. Briefly. For at least three days before a Maaaaaaam message drops in!!
Bob and Emily 
Oh, the hair – perhaps that is what is wrong my mine – it’s chenille instead of hair! It falls out at a dreadful rate, and tonight when I washed it I had lots of baby hairballs rolling around on the shower floor. Quite offputting! Maybe I can collect it and make a jumper 🙂
Good job on raising the child to Uni age 🙂
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