Mum, paranoid, needs text from boys, teenagers (gmt & vyt), afloat somewhere in the Clyde. Maybe they’re too seasick to text. Or too cold, wet and miserable. More likely they’re having a great time and we’ll hear all about it at the weekend. After they’ve had 24 hours sleep, that is. I do wonder, though, if the boat crew have enlisted the services of an interpreter for those East Lothian accents yet.
there are no wet towels on the bathroom floor;
no clearing up the kitchen after dinner then finding, 10 minutes later, the jam and peanut butter jars lidless amongst breadcrumbs;
no discarded pyjamas lying in the middle of the sitting room;
noone shouting at the XBox, no annoying MSN beeps;
no evenings to be spent on chauffeur duties;
no arguments over homework and music practice;
no music practice;
no cheery “Hello!” shouted down the corridor at 10 to 4 in the afternoon.
But there is a big empty space where there should be a noise.
Still, it’s a lovely day and we’re going down to Seacliff for a walk on the beach and to meet the other divers this evening. No need to dash back for football training! We’d better make the most of it; it will only last a week.
Our visit to the World Swimming Championships at the MEN arena was great, by the way. And I got to my meeting in Bangor.
gmt = grunting monosyllabic teenager (but with a great smile)
vyt = voluble (ie talks non-stop at high speed) young teenager