I stop by the folks for a cuppa and the old fella is
settled in to embark on four days of golf watching. Like many of his friends
will be.
I drop the eldest’s laptop off at the local repair shop
after lunch, where the chap expects it to be corrupted files based on what I
tell him. I return home to some cleaning and an enormous pile of ironing. An
hour and a half later I get a text telling me the laptop is fixed. Turns out it
was a security programme causing the problem, and so that has now been removed.
You live and learn, and hopefully I’ll know for next time.
The ironing is only slowly going down, but fortunately
I have the sport on telly to keep me company. The youngest returns home
sweating and dirty, having been on a sponsored walk with school today. So he’s
quite happy for a teenage boy.
After getting tea ready for Mrs P’s return I tidy up,
and then sort out some email and papers. It’s strange when one of the teenagers
is not at home. It doesn’t feel right. But the reality is in 14 months if the
eldest goes off to university, this is a taste of things to come.
Yours, seeing the future.
Jay
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