It is about 10 days since Son no 2 has gone back to Dubai and it has finally hit me again that I am 1 son short. I must sound like a broken record harping on about missing him, but I do. I don’t get depressed or soppy about it – it just would be nice to have him here. I am glad he is happy there and has made a life for himself there. There is also a lot more opportunities for him there than here in South Africa so I am actually quite pleased he is in Dubai. I still miss him like hell though. Anyway, life must continue.
Son no 1’s renovations are coming along quite nicely. They have started painting and tiling so it does look like things are progressing well. They should be able to move back in by the end of May.
Son no 4 was away all of last week at a school camp. He got back on Friday with a sore throat and runny nose. So we have done the usual doctor trip this week. As I am writing this – I can hear him coughing his poor little heart out and there is nothing I can do for him. Nothing seems to help. I have tried all sorts of cough mixtures and honey and throat lozengers, but nothing seems to help. So all suggestions are welcome….
Son no 3 has joined the technical crew at school so he gets involved with the various events which happen. This week is the grade 11 fashion show so he is operating some or other desk for sound or lights. He is loving it. Only down side is that I have to stay up till 10pm to collect him. I am usually in bed by 8pm as we are early risers. The show is on all week so I should feel like death by the end of the week!