Spent a couple of hours with Mum at their new flat yesterday.
She was there to take delivery of some flat-pack furniture, which a very nice man is coming to assemble in the next week.
The place is even more beautiful now that the sunlight is filtered through trees.
The amount of natural light is still enormous, but the immediate view is softened now the branches aren't bare.
I came ready to roll my sleeves up and do stuff, but Mum just wanted company and conversation. Oh and lunch, which I brought. The only slightly jarring note was when she told me I was getting fat again (yeah okay, I am) and I would never get a man that way. Right. Okay. Thanks. Like i want one after breaking my ex husband's heart.
Anyway. We got on so well, and the place is so lovely. I feel real envy; she is actually getting what she deserves. I could
for forgetting the camera. Little chance I will document it for you now.
Oh crikey. I really am leaving.
After mithering me about packing for days (I have been) Mum said yesterday, "Oh you have tomorrow off, don't you? Can you go to Argos for me?"
Well, yes. Only I was in Argos earlier that day. And the reason I have time off is because I am trying to organise a move halfway across the country. And you are staying in the same town.
But hey. She's helped me so much.
And if I feel bereft about moving away from everything and everyone I know at 41, it must be worse for her at 67. She's leaving behind neighbours she's had for 40 years and a house which she raised a family in.
I thought our preplanned trip to London ended up being at a really bad time, but in fact I think it will be perfect. Cherry and Sheila together and happy with one last good memory before both our moves.