For those of us of a certain age this TV programme will bring back some memories .... it ran on LWT from 1968 to 1972 and I suppose it is not PC enough to be repeated these days. One of the characters was Frankie Abbott, who thought he was a tough guy but was really a little pussy cat ruled by his over-protective mother. 'Mummy's little soldier' she used to cry and was always wittering on about her fallopian tubes and other ailments to keep her Frankie at home.
Well my little soldier is flying the nest (again!) and leaves us to move to Nottingham on the 1st February. It was ten years ago when he first flapped his wings and went to work in France on the PGL Activity Holiday Centre in the Ardeche in France. I remember well our journey down to Dover with him and I felt just like Mrs Abbott at that time and was worried sick about my little soldier. He looked so young and forlorn sitting in the ferryport waiting for the rest of the group he was travelling with and it was so hard to tear myself away. I remember blubbing in the car all the way from Dover until we reached the M.1
Since then he has come and gone ..... my boomerang boy .... the last time I thought great I will gain a room but that was short lived .... DD2 had my lovely Ellie and then when they moved out last year old boomerang boy came back again!
Sounds harsh but this time I am definitely going to reclaim the room .... plans and ideas are whizzing round in my head .... I'm going to turn the house upside down this year .... it is in drastic need of a facelift but it will be on a very tight budget. I have loads of books for inspiration and of course there is blogland too. I hope to do it most of it by recycling and buying second hand. If I slack please feel free to give me a boot up the you know where ;-)
And I've got past my Mrs Abbott stage .... I have to accept that my boy is a man and the apron strings have to be cut.