Now The Waiting, the Anticipation is Over... Over.

Aw. It's been about three years since I sat on the wall and watched Boy play volleyball.

Lots of old faces... lots of new faces, but a lovely familiarity about it all.

People saying, "aw, your Boy is home, how long is he home for?"

He's been home for two months... he's heading back in two weeks :-(

The last two months have passed by in a flash, he's been to Switzerland with Girl, he's been out drinking and dancing and objecting with Tooli in Edinburgh, he came on holiday with us to Lochgoil, he's played golf with his mates, and he's worked enough hours to see him through to Christmas at least :-)

It was nice to sit there and watch him play again - I miss seeing him play live - although I don't miss having to shout "Boy, You must learn to control your language".

Aw. Amma gonna miss my Boy, like I always do.