I don't regret a single moment, no i don't looking

I hadn't seen Tooli since then. That is nearly six weeks.

I am becoming ace at this empty nest thing... I enjoy the peace and quiet and lack of worry when they aren't here... and thrive in their company when they come home.

Last night, she got home, and we had the customary Chinese takeout and a good old natter while she caught me up on flat life. We got up early this morning, because we were meeting Gran and Nant at the coffee morning. Duly seated at the appointed table, Nant announced our arrival and left the Gangsta Grans and headed to join us - rounding up the lady with the tea pot at the same time. She doesn't like us to have to wait for Service. Gran arrived shortly after and Nant tried to organise the seating, cause I was having a wee chat with L, who turned 40 this week (just like I will be this year :-).... L is Keithoven's mum - bestest friend of Boy and my other son...

Me and Tooli were chased out of the coffee morning within 20 minutes of sitting down because apparently traffic cops were on the way... no peace for the wicked.

Then it was up to the School Games Hall - Tooli's arrival back in Town had led to a call from the Volleyball team she played with and so she was recruited for today's quarter final cup match against a really good team... When I arrived back (I had to go home for a more relaxed tea); they were all even at 1 set each, and quickly took the next set.

I had forgotten how much I enjoyed watching the volleyball - and despite the shabby, shabby, disgraceful excuse for a games hall the girls pulled it out the bag and won... How we cheered.

Then it was home for a shower and a bacon buttie and back out for some retail therapy.

Then home, a bit of Olympics, a bit of dinner, and then muchos getting ready.

So now she is out - I'm heading up to bed - the note is on the wall "Lock the door when you come in". And tomorrow we shall be heading up to Embra to drop her and her clean washing back at the flat :-)

(And if you are wondering where Beloved is... he is UP A BLOODY HILL)