Daughter has finally left to go and race in Leogang in Austria (or at least I had a text this morning to say they were on the ferry, which is good enough for me). I now know that staples such as bread and milk won't suddenly disappear whilst I'm not looking, that I don't need to buy any cranberry juice for a fortnight, and I shall have to completely re-think my laundry schedules.
She's gone to race in the 4X World Champs, having been picked by Team GB:
This may sound good, and it is indeed the biggest race of her life, but British Cycling are only paying the entry fee and providing some pit support there, the rest is self funded (by her, I can't afford it). I'm sure she'll have the time of her life. And it means I can get out the back door now without climbing over several bicycles.
Younger son has gone to his first ever gig tonight (yes, I know, and he's got school tomorrow) but he's been planning this for months. Although I know the mother of the friend he went with, I've never phoned her so when he set off to meet up at his friend's house we arranged that he'd phone me from there and that way we'd both have each other's number. Half an hour later (it's only a ten minute walk away) I texted him and got the reply "On our way to the gig, they didn't have a home phone". Is this common now, do you think?
Apparently they're walking back when it's finished. The last time I can remember him walking back from town he got through Stokes Croft about 15 minutes before the police closed the road. Let's hope it's less busy this time.
Somehow, this being my third child, I'm less concerned about him. When he was little I wanted one of those Lichtenstein T-shirts that said "oh no, I've left the baby on the bus".
Update: he's just walked through the door, soaked with water which he has apparently applied himself as they were giving out free water and it was very hot, and says he crowd surfed. (There's one for you, Z, if you're reading this, although I suspect the hips may preclude it.)