We took the Boy to university in the big city yesterday.
His flat is better than expected and the wardrobe larger.
His flatmates are younger than hoped for, fresh out of school undergrads unlike the postgrad Boy.
He forgot to pack clothes hangers.
I forgot to buy a bath mat.
He chose a cupboard in the shared kitchen.
I unpacked olive oil, spices, bagels, wholewheat pasta, a piece of very tasty mature cheddar, pesto and more.
He raised his eyes heavenward.
I wept in the car park.
It was our job to teach him to fly.
He flew.
The nest is empty.
The cats had better look out......