Rice Kris Pies. That’s what Cal told us he had for breakfast this morning. Because of course yesterday was a big day for Cal and the rest of us. He started at Foxes.
He was so excited to be there, and went round the house he is sharing with 9 other students, finding his name on all sorts of timetables and rotas. At Foxes they live in student houses, and as part of developing their independent living skills, they run the house between them. Slightly worryingly, his first duty last night was locking up. Just hope he didn’t get distracted part way through. One parent has already confirmed they will hold us responsible if their son goes missing overnight. 🙂 We’ve not had a call though, so I guess it all went ok.
Unpacking was interesting. He wafted around the room gazing at things, whilst we suggested places he might want to put his stuff. Hope he found things this morning.
We thought there might be a slightly difficult farewell. But no. The last we saw of him, he was sprawled on a sofa, reading a cookery book, and he just batted us away with his hand. The next we heard, there were long awaited sandwiches, followed by Mamma Mia, which rates as one of his favourite films to sing along to. He starts his first session at 8.00am tomorrow morning, so they work them hard.
We spent a bit of time with some other parents. We all had that slightly bemused anxiety of suddenly bereft parents, who didn’t quite want to leave Minehead, but knew we all had to at some point.
So, we wait to see how it goes, but we’re sure Cal will be fine.
Off to Birmingham Airport in a bit with mum and dad to fly to Edinburgh for Ramsay’s funeral. What a weekend. What a week coming up. Cloak of normality is looking a tiny bit frayed.
What is good though is that the bloodometer has gone up to 35. Thank you Julia and Ruth.