Hard to believe it, but our younger son turned 19 this week. Before long we won't have any teenagers at all!
Max was working at the farm all day, so Martin made him a special packed lunch, and he took cake in for the people at work (pineapple bread always goes down well!). Then back home to open presents (Vicki had given hers before she left) and enjoy more cake before he was off to rugby practice and a night out with friends before they all left for university.
We have changed the red car insurance so that it is in Max's name, since he is now using it every day for work. Strangely this didn't increase the premium (we still have four named drivers), although Direct Line drove me mad by slipping in that they couldn't cancel the existing policy except with immediate effect, so we nearly ended up with an uninsured car for a crucial few days.
This risks the rest of the children thinking Max is receiving favourable treatment, of course, since the effect is that Max has his own car, though in principle he does not and it continues to be shared. We are also sorting out what percentage of his salary he needs to contribute towards his keep, and to ensure he pays for his work petrol. The others have taken on big loans to fund their education and living expenses so it would be unfair for us to subsidise Max, though whilst he is earning so little (minimum wage is barely £5 an hour at his age) he can't possibly keep himself. I need to do some sums.
Meanwhile I have been upstairs with the carpet vaccuum, freshening up Vicki's room (too many coffee stains on your carpet, gal!) and the landing, and now about to paint over some marks in the spare bedroom. A woman's work is never done.
Actually I need to buy loads of paint, as we have just booked up to go across to France and paint the bare wood ceiling in one of the bedrooms, and since it needs a new loo seat, some new duvets and all kinds of other bits and pieces, I think I shall have a carful. But plenty of room on the way back for foodie and drink supplies!
The boys played on the same team at rugby on Saturday, with Martin helping set up Max for the first try. It was only the IV team but a good game and getting 'Man of the Match' in his birthday week helped with happiness levels.
Martin's happiness levels were improved with a day sail on Sunday with Mike and Georgiana, popping over to Wootton Bridge for lunch on a buoy. I don't think we tacked once all day, though the wind and waves changed around us, but it was fun to have friends aboard, the weather was good to us (I have rosy cheeks today) and Martin's repairs to the roller-reefing worked perfectly.
Vicki has made contact from BA and seems to be sorting a local phone and somewhere to stay. I have just been updating my Skype account (which I haven't used for ages and so was somehow blocked) and hopefully we can have a chat before long.
Plus with siblings calling Max to wish him Happy Birthday I have had nice chats with them this week, including finding out Rosie's holiday dates. I am rather hoping she will have trouble finding friends to accompany her on a brief vacation in November, and I will be able to rush to the rescue. Women's work, as I say...it's a hard life.
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