Today the last child is being delivered back to university.
Come to that, she is the ONLY child that we actually deliver. Carenza has more luggage than the boys as she has to clear out her belongings each holiday so that her college room can be let for conferences.
But it’s not easy for the boys either – by the time Perran got home for Christmas, the wheels had come off his enormous holdall and because his phone was broken, he couldn’t ring us from the station. What a drag!
Plus, Perran always seems to have less stuff with him when he arrives home than he does when he leaves. The “stuff” must be accumulating in Bristol. I haven’t yet seen Perran’s accommodation this year. However, I have a mental picture of it as a huge repository of interesting curios – the kind of place Harry Potter might go to pick up a second-hand wand.
The kind of place which we shall have to clear out over the summer when he moves.
Poor Pascoe returned to Edinburgh a week ago at the end of a family visit to the Northumberland grandparents. He left after the rest of us which meant he had to carry with him a very bulky sleeping bag that we had accidentally failed to shove in the car. Given how much stuff he was already carrying, I have no idea how he managed it.
And I kind of wish he hadn’t.
Because Nigel and I will be visiting him in February and will have to bring it back on the train.