The Cat went off to Uni in September, which is a wonderful half way house...catered accommodation, a structured environment, cosseted from the buffeting of economic realities. But standing on her own two feet she must. And she's doing well.
The Boy has now gone off to Kitzbuhel for the next five months. A job offer in hand, but employer uncontactable for the last few weeks. And on arrival, office closed. Accommodation in a hostel booked for the next week, but nothing more permanent lined up. Not a close friend to be found, although last year's instructor will be around soon we hope. It's all a bit iffy. No wonder I'm not sleeping much. Bags under the eyes. No ability to concentrate. Uuurgh. He seems less than worried and went off to a seasonaires party on the first night, which he describes as "Good party indeed". I dread to think.
The weekend was spent doing important things like putting up the Christmas decorations. I may have mentioned before (I have) that this is a military operation commanded by Chief of Staff The Cat's Mother. You would not believe just how many boxes of Christmas
Our grand christmas light switching on ceremony was in fact held a little earlier this year. Christmas lights make the world such a lovely place, and our efforts in recent years have been quite poor...the result of old lights gradually stopping working and not being replaced. So this year we invested half the UK's national debt into lights (I understand why Sainsbury's/Homebase are making fabulous profits at the moment) and decorated the 'umbrella' shaped tree in the front garden. It looks lovely.
