Work was good. The temperature was definitely lower today than it has been for a while. working with a huge bundle of adolescent hormones can sometimes ignite like tinder, but maybe it was the sunshine that changed the mood. Then at last the day finished and drove back through the countryside in the golden glow of sunset and felt sorry for the poor things trapped on the M25 as I whizzed over it.
Was so looking forward to this evening. Went to the supermarket on the way back and stacked up on a gorgeous dinner and lovely wine and pud and arrived home feeling temporarily restored to ebullience.
Walked through the door and immediately knew something was wrong. H had morphed into a six year old with a face that said someone has just taken his favourite toy and jumped on it. Took seconds to discover that the 'toy' in question was a sizeable amount of his clothing and within moments the house had descended into a maelstrom of accusation and counter accusation and it was like going back a decade. C reverted to his former role of peace-keeper and quietly searched upstairs with H by then loudly blaming everyone from R, visitors, to me for loosing his precious goods. Turned out he'd just failed to look properly in the wardrobe and at last thanks to C some of the missing goods were found.
Oh Lord what an opening.
Anyway, harmony restored H then regaled us with the letter he's just sent to the mayor of Albuquerque. He's going there to stay with a friend and friend's father for Spring Break and ever hopeful of a freebee has sent the following message
"Dear Mayor B
My friend and I are two British Naval Officers who are soon to visit your fair city. We notice that we have missed the Mayor and First Lady's Dog Ball and the Balloon Museum open day but we were wondering if you could recommend any events which would truly represent the Albuquerque way of life, and allow us to meet a proper representation of your society.
Very much looking forward to seeing you and New Mexico's finest city
Yours sincerely
H".
That should do wonders to cement the special relationship.
Dinner cooking. R home. H restored and most definitely home. C just popped out to pick up a friend to join us and am very aware he's now unfortunately only very, very, temporarily home.
Fellow soldier's Mum working hard but not sleeping and so very tired of it all.
Must remember we only ever have this moment.
Thank you Lord
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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