I saw the Stars, Crashing down...

And that is officially the end of the Easter Holidays.

Empty washing basket and a lack of shoes strewn across the floor at the foot of the stair signal a lack of Toolibelle.

Peace and tranquility and a lack of ironing is abated until next week, when 9 months after having left for the THIRD time. Boy comes home...

Boy is home ... visiting Tooli in Edinburgh... heading to Switzerland... coming back...working.... and then he will be away back for his final year.

Why is time going so fast? I remember when I was 8, laying prostrate in my bedroom at the agony that I had to face another 10 years, at least of school, before I had freedom.

That was 40 30 years ago, and I remember it like yesterday.

Especially the inch high plastic cereal box dalek in the bottom of my toy cupboard, under piles of dolls and books.