That time of year again.
The boyfriend flies over again next week. I should be happy, excited, full of gladness. But, something is missing, and after all this time I still don't know what that is.
My children are mini adults now, well most of them. The two oldest boys have gotten themselves into work, making them "presentable" future adults and making up the workforce. Doesn't seem to long ago that they were in school worrying about the impending doom of the exams, like son number 3.
Turning cold here again, time to find the winter woollies. And time goes on...