All Change

The Boy is leaving this weekend. I have the van hired, so he can take all his optional stuff he didnt take last year eg furniture, golf clubs, tent. He seems intent on this being permanent, which is cool, after last year in Halls at Southampton (And frankly, I have had enough of "Yeah, dad, whateva. I'm on the phone" whenever I call up with helpful reminders of what to take). He's still talking to Roxie, via Skype, thankfully, despite of her insane parents (taking all her internet passwords when she was delirious after her car crash, for god's sake: she's 20!). I would take the behaviour of her parents as a warning sign, but what can you do?
He would like us to help paint his rented room while we are there, and there is the small question of smart jacket and trousers, desk, and various other domestic accoutrements he'll need, but perhaps they can wait until the threatened visit of his mother, who owes me plenty.
On the subject of his mother, there was an article in Guardian G2 today about a mother considering giving up her children to their father (the main carer), as they divorced. I am sure she suffers the same guilt about not bringing up her children, but who is to say a father cant raise children? Oh. Me. Damn. I am rather afraid I have been rubbish at it. Oh well they are both still here, both doing degrees, even producing children (please, no more until you can afford it).
Having a van for the weekend means I can find a "pick up only" cooker and fridge/freezer for my daughter on ebay, on the route back from Southampton. She is also moving this weekend from the flat across the tracks, which they have been trying to leave for 6 months. I have paid her to hire a van and man, so I don't feel too bad about not helping her move too much. After much prevaricating, the Housing Association have finally given them the keys to a small house up in the hills behind town. Needs decorating (the HA have had 3 months to do that since allocating it to them, the lazy bastards). So my daughter's stored stuff is slowly moving out (and the stuff she kindly offered to store for a friend in my house). Perhaps now she is further away, my phone, fridge and wallet will be slightly less tempting. hmmm.
I think M and I might actually start to selfishly enjoy my house and our own company. Tra la.