It was a "my work here is done" kind of weekend. In a way. That's what he said on Friday afternoon as he looked into our emptied fridge, slammed the door shut behind him and headed for the exit. And that's what we said, sort of, on Sunday afternoon, as we hauled the last load of student-alia up the three flights of stairs to his new attic bedroom.
He's high in the sky himself from now on, a place of his own, and I'm so excited to see how his year is going to go. Best of luck, big man!
There was more to it than that, of course. It was a ferry riding, road tripping, John Lewis envying, bagpiping, stair climbing, book carrying, provisions buying, could-I-buy-a-Police Box wondering, Tiger stationery shop discovering, clever car parking (not mine), push me, pull you kind of a weekend. A good one, all the same.
How about you? Fancy giving me a wave on Monday?
Me on Monday: thinking about Sunday