Rowan

Rowan has gone out this evening with a friend to listen to some local bands playing. It's a little strange, but when she left I really missed her. A couple of weeks ago she went away to Italy for 10 days with her classmates on a school trip and I realised that out of the three, she is the one who chats away about her day, filling me in and asking me how mine went. I missed that. She is also the one who leaves a trail of detritus behind her. I didn't miss that. The house was strangely quiet (but very tidy) without her.

She is in the throes of first love and reminds me of myself at that age. I used to long for the phone to ring and when it finally did I would charge to answer it before either of my parents. The thought of my father talking to a boy ringing me was horrific! Now of course she can text or chat on facebook anytime. He has rung twice and guess who got to the phone first? Yep that maternal sixth sense kicked in and I beat Rowan to it. He sounded very nice and I refrained from asking him if his intentions were honorable. He refrained from calling me babe ;)