Happiness comes in many guises

My no 3 son George arrived today with his lovely girlfriend Fran. I haven't seen him since last September so I was a bit over excited this morning. I sent him a text first thing:

Me to him: Get up! Get up!! You'll miss the TRAIN!!!

His reply: Alright Mrs Weasley!!

:D :D

I collected them safe and sound at Piccadilly Station this afternoon. Manchester was absolutely heaving, I think there had been a race of some sort - people were walking around with medals and silver blankets and some roads were closed.

When we got back G presented me with this bag of Miles tea bags. He knows I miss them and can't get them up here... he asked his boss to get this catering pack, bless him :) Better than any chocolates or flowers in my book.