When he was younger and The Boy went away, I always thought it was good for us both to have a break from each other, so unlike many of his friends parents I didn't call him everyday, nor did I expect him to call me. The result was that we didn't communicate at all. Now as a man I understand that no communication can be a good thing. Clearly with women in our lives,things are different. So now even though he is in the highlands and lowlands of the Lake District we have daily contact. I wonder if you can tell from his texts what our nationality is:
"Munging weather"
"Weather terrible"
"Rain, sleet hail and snow"
"Feet not great"
I think he's having a brilliant time.....
