When a 14 year old boy does the dishes...

"Heather?".

"What?".

"Um, this jar thing is stuck on my hand".

;-)

It wasn't really stuck, just a little awkward. The lovely god son is a good dishes drier and put away-er.

Alex has flown home to his Mum, Dad and sister. He has a cast off tent of mine, 1/2 a bag of chips (probably eaten), the rest of the of the ginger loaf (also probably demolished), and happy memories.

The house feels empty again. I wept and smiled when I walked in the door after dropping him at the airport.