I drove Kate up to her new Manc abode on Saturday. Allowed her a lie in and didn’t leave until 7.30 instead of my usual 6 am departure slot. Really easy drive up and true to form the minute we crossed the border to The North the skies darkened and the drizzle commenced. Not that anything could rain on Kate’s parade as she could barely contain her excitement over the new flat – even skirting Moss Side as we got there. Along with the Amazon delivery man, pulled up at 11.30. Very interesting house – big Victorian pile, almost gothic from the outside. It was still cardboard box city in the flat – more so once we emptied the car. But a trip to Ikea yesterday and some strategically placed lamps and the place is looking like home. Sure the two of them will be very happy in the land of Ian Brown and Morrissey.
So just me and The Boy left at home. Poor Pete. He’s got a tough year ahead but hopefully the results over the summer will give him the jump start he needs to knuckle down and do as well as I (and so it would appear his history teacher) know he is capable of. Just need to teach him to make me a cuppa in the morning.
Oh - it's sad and happy at the same time. I am sure you and Pete won't find it too different though as Kate was away most of the time anyway. I guess it is a time of change for everyone and it's not always a bad thing. Who knows what is around the corner - it's quite exciting really.
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