Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Life has been a tad busy of late.
I've been distracted by a couple of momentous events and a horrid cold and haven't had much time for writing or visiting my favourite blogs.

So, what was so momentous? Well, last week I turned 50. I had rather expected to feel a little down, a little quiet. Perhaps, even, a little sad.
After all, as people seemed keen to remind me, I'm now halfway to a hundred!
But it was ok. I had a fabulous day with my family. People I love sent me beautiful cards and gave me wonderful, thoughtful gifts. So, all in all, being 50 seems pretty good.

But, despite all that, today I do feel sad.
Yesterday our younger daughter started her first term at university.
And the house feels very, very quiet.

On the plus side, there will be no cups or dishes left in various spots around the place. I won't be woken at 3am by a text letting me know that she's staying at a friend's after going to a club. (At least she lets me know!) And we won't have to cope with her hormonal mood swings.

But I'll miss the conversations about politics, religion, fashion and music. I'll miss the smell of her perfume, Coco Mademoiselle, the witty observations, the dark blue eyes, so carefully made-up, flashing with humour behind the long fringe.

I'm glad she's gone. It was time for her to fly the nest.
But I miss her.