Family Planning.

Oh Woe is Me. I've just finished the last piece of Toblerone and I didn't win the Lottery. Again. I'm sitting here Blogging, listening to the music on Donna's Blog (Made in Heaven), and wishing Summer would arrive. Actually, I don't really have anything to moan about, but that obviously isn't stopping me.

Yesterday I did get to see Son for the first time since the end of May. I drove up to London to visit him in his new flat, which is near Vauxhall. And to take his re-framed pictures and posters (plus the things I bought for him in France) as housewarming presents. They did look lovely, and Son was very pleased with them. The new flat has lots of white space, light and windows. It's very nice indeed, and Son and his friend are both delighted to have found a real home at last. Son looks happy but tired because his new job is really hard going at the moment, while he is establishing himself. That's the Music Business for you - he has to work in the office, take clients out for lunch, work some more, meet composers and artists and then take people out in the evenings to concerts or gigs or even to dinner. It's a hard life! It was so lovely to see him - even though it's plain to see that he doesn't actually need his Mum in the same way any more. I look at his dear face and just know that he's on his way in life - it's a wonderful feeling in many ways. We can read each other's minds, and we laugh at the same jokes. We both love reading and good writing, and we devour books. We both love Pink Floyd. We have hundreds of wonderful memories in common. And when he smiles at me and gives me a bear hug, I know how much he loves me. Silly old fool, aren't I? I drove back home, happy to have seen him, and perfectly happy to be leaving him to get on with his own life. That's progress.

Daughter also had cause to celebrate on Friday, because she was given the job she interviewed for last week. "Quite right too" I said - they would have been daft to turn her down. She starts work on the 21st. July, when she will be given a couple of days training, and after that she will be working just two days a week to begin with. This means that Grandson will have to go to Nursery for two long days (from 8am to 6pm) on Tuesdays and Thursdays, instead of his current three mornings a week. At least it will only be for a month or so before he starts Big School, (and I hope they'll come here for a little holiday before that) so I guess the timing is right. There's another one gone! It does feel as if they are all moving on. I'd better get on with the next stage of my life...