He's only in a field just up the road, less than 2 miles away, but it's his first time away, under canvas, with people in charge that I barely know. Strange isn't it? I mean he's 9 and a half now, but to me he is still my baby! I am worried about him being cold, uncomfortable or hungry. I even did the classic line as he left of 'have you got a hankie?'! Can you believe it? I can hear you giggle, I mean, where did that come from?!!
Luckily he took no notice at all, humoured me and set off with what looked, impressively, like a sense of adventure, leaving his worried mother behind.
How many more times will he pull at my heart strings?
Meanwhile I woke at 6am this morning to what sounded like almost biblical amounts of torrential rain bucketing down from the sky. I had visions of him wet and cold, lying awake in his tent. I had visions of the very basic, hole in the ground, toilet facilities overflowing and pouring down the hill (not even sure he's on a hill!) and into his (and only his!) tent. Then I think how he might, in consiquence of the vast amounts of sewage (they have been there a little over 12 hours), catch some dreadful disease and die. 'Get a grip' I told myself, but it didn't work well!
It's 9 o clock now and still raining.
Tall Girl and I have a full girly day planned, an art exhibition and then shopping at her request. I am looking forward to spending the day with her. It's been a long time since we've had a whole day together with no one else around. She is my big baby giraffe! We will have a good time. I just can't quite relax about the weekend................
For goodness sake get a grip!