The fatted calf has been slaughtered ,the beers chilled in the fridge ,the Honeycup Mustard replenished – The Prodigal Son has returned to the fold ( albeit for 6 nights ) .I think four and a half months is the longest I’v gone without seeing him .It is lovely to have him home -now he’s gone to the pub .
Prodigal Daughter jets in tomorrow , then we’ll all be together so I can feel safe .
enjoy