We would be brave and stand back while they found their wings.
We expected to be sad, and for a time we were.
But soon we found compensations.
Just to go out on a Saturday and enjoy lunch and a walk with Gill and Graham, Nick and Jackie or Jenny and Terry.
Without having to make a picnic for my whole voracious family.
We could even afford a pub lunch when it was just two of us.
And then the twins graduated and returned home.
We know it’s temporary, so we are enjoying their company while we have it.
But this Saturday, as we tried to lure them on a day out, Christmas party aftermath overlapped with urgent shopping and they declined blearily.
I was tempted to stay home.
Nigel said “We should still go.”
So we drove to Grafham Water where I proved myself a hopeless nerd by getting overexcited by goldeneye and goosander ducks. The words “Just look at that!” may have been over-used.
Then we explored the twinkly market town of Huntingdon, drifted into a few shops, appreciated a Mediaeval church and bridge.
As we drove home, I said to Nigel, “That was a good day.”
Meanwhile, the twins had begun to text us.
Looked like we’d see them tomorrow.
As if we cared!