All by me own that’s what I am and no Boy to play with. It’s boring. I have nothing to do.
So sayeth Bog Boy for the first time on his own with just me for company. Something he has longed for when his brother is about but which in reality is not half as fun as first thought.
He has entertained himself and when asked what he was doing in my bedroom hastily reassured me by saying “I’m not telling.”
Yes, well done Bog Boy, best not to incriminate oneself. I foresee an excellent career for him at the Bar or is that behind them?
I was asked this morning at breakfast how long The Boy would be away. Four more sleeps I said.
“That’s forever!” exclaimed Bog Boy. “Can I watch telly?”
I hadn’t the heart to say no, something I fear he was counting on for I don’t allow morning TV as a rule.
It doesn’t feel right without my eldest about. It certainly is quieter but not better. He’s staying up with his Grandparents at Boot Camp and from the telephone calls and e-mails being received seems to be having a whale of a time. Though last night when the two boys were talking on the telephone I overheard:
“I miss you and I love you!”
“I love you more and I miss you more!”
It warms the cockles of my heart that does, though as I glowed warm with happiness, I was already thinking about the squabbles and fights that were bound to happen within minutes of them being back together again. It will be a long two hour drive from Grantham on Friday morning….