It's not that I don't love Sonshine with every fibre of my being, it's just that, well, they do get a bit irritating sometimes. Like sand in an oyster. Like a wasp in your lager. Like thrush.
Every day for the past six, long, long weeks, every sentence uttered by Sonshine is prefixed by 'Mum.....you know' and then insert randomly 'that Lego set/transformers/ minecraft/warhammer/song/cartoon'
Of course, I will have no IDEA what he's talking about and have to feign interest in the latest fad until a respectable amount of child-burbling has taken place (with appropriate noddings and smilings from me) and I think that I can turn back to what I was doing.
As from yesterday, the house is my own again!
Happy, frabjous day!
That said, I did mooch around the house in a lonely fashion for a bit after lunch, wondering whether he was having a good time.....
Anyway, here is the traditionally crap 'Back to School' photo:
Yes, he has a head like a burst couch, but he wants to grow his hair and I decided a long time ago that hair was not something I was going to do battle for.
Are yours back at school or still hanging round the house like the smell of last week's kippers?