The last supper..

.....before my handsome boy goes back to Durham uni to start his second year studies. He chose rib-eye steak from our butcher just down the road, and grilled to perfection by my husband.
Our daughter has settled into her new uni life, but her purse was stolen last night, or lost, from her handbag during a night out with all the medics in a busy pub. Coming from a rural island where we still leave our houses and bikes unlocked (sometimes anyway!) it is a wake up call for her to be more vigilent.
Another problem today.....our boiler stopped working and it was due to an empty oil tank. It was 'filled' only 2 weeks ago, only somebody elses tank was filled, and I got the bill. The oil man sorted me out at lunchtime, and admitted he is on probation, only started the job recently...