Martin has just taken Max to a party so we will be able to have a fine candlelit supper a deux upon his return. Both he and Max went to the Rugby Club Fun Day today so have had some fresh air and not-so-fresh food and drink, and I have just cut Max's hair again for him (he insists!) before he went off looking most mature and gorgeous. A fine young man - and he seems still to be growing, even overtaking Ben, it seemed, when he was here this week.
So Max has survived his first week at work at a local farm - and been reminded he needs a tetanus booster! He has been counting seeds and collating weather reports so far, hoping something more stimulating will come up soon.
Meanwhile we had Ben here for the week. It was really lovely to have the boys together, though unfortunately no-one was around for most of the week as Max was at work and Martin in Cambridge for several days. I enjoyed his company though, and he managed a trip into Winchester with friends and a trip back to Guildford, so has caught up and wound down in equal measure.
Vicki has been at "In the Woods" festival in Kent, best seen in pictures here. She has been helping Olivia put on a play, helping with casting, costume and make-up, and probably taking pictures too (see her photo credit here last year).
From Direct-H website here
As for me I have been busy having a tooth extracted, paying heavy dental bills, sorting paperwork to try to reclaim some before Martin closes his business, cleaning barn kitchen and arranging for some replacement vinyl flooring (the original is damaged by damp, which we have hopefully now solved), updating the choir website ready for the new term and generally providing admin. support for the family!
The house vine is just beginning to turn red as Autumn draws nigh: the garden smells of summer's end and the hedgerows are full of blackberries. I have just stewed up the first blackberry and apple mix for breakfast, whilst wearing slippers... the evenings are definitely turning chilly.
This year we have no children needing school shoes, student kettles or stationery. No little treasures flying the nest, though Rosie is still un-settled and Max will at some stage take the plunge once he has adjusted to a working life. Yet anxiety is never far away: Vicki is due to fly out to Argentina in a matter of days but the firm she was to volunteer for appears to have folded so she is stuck with finding herself something to do once she arrives as well as somewhere to stay.
It is true what they say: you never stop fretting about your children!