Category Archives: The Empty Nest

The Empty Nest -love me -love me not.

Love is a tricky thing.
For a few lucky ones it can start in teenage and flourish until old age but for most it is a long and hazardous path. Continue reading

Posted in The Empty Nest | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Empty Nest –the  charms of teenage.

…I don’t visualize him lying in the gutter somewhere with blood streaming from his temple. Continue reading

Posted in The Empty Nest | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Empty Nest – she’s 21!

…one year a woman turned into Miss Trunchbull and told me off for pushing (in a crowd of 30,000)! But the party atmosphere is enticing. Continue reading

Posted in Home Blog, London to Lewes, The Empty Nest, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The Empty Nest- Where’s the laundry fairy when you need her?

‘Oh, those.’ I could see in his eyes the penny drop. Continue reading

Posted in The Empty Nest | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Empty Nest – Fresher’s Flu Strikes

One week down and Youngest is still alive! Just.
I know this because:-
He’s asked for more money.
Eldest confirmed it and…
When we did eventually Skype (apparently freshers’ week is just too busy to find 10 minutes) he was sneezing into a tissue. Continue reading

Posted in Home Blog, Journey - Beneath the Surface, London to Lewes, The Empty Nest, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Empty Nest – and so it begins

I’ve perfected my brave ‘goodbye’ face enabling me to wave happily until the car turns around the corner just far enough out of sight to allow my throat to constrict and a small tear to drop silently. Continue reading

Posted in Home Blog, Journey - Beneath the Surface, London to Lewes, The Empty Nest, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 3 Comments