We’re on our way today to retrieve our beloved daughter from
her second term at university. Carenza’s
term is much shorter than her brother at Bristol whom I will continue to miss
for another three weeks. As my friend
Jenny said of her own daughter, “For all the time they’re away, they might as
well be signed up with the Open University as Oxbridge.”
But it hasn’t felt like a short time. I have been happy all week knowing we would
get Carenza back this weekend. I have
heard it said that when there is a baby in a room all eyes are drawn to its
movements like a candle flame, or a fire in the hearth. I feel the same about my much older children. Having them back home will re-animate our
now-quiet house.
Frankly, I have thought about getting a pet to replace
them. I thought a cat might work,
rewarding yet somewhat unreliable and with the potential to be moody. My offspring, if they are reading this, are
expecting me now to say that a cat could never replace them, but actually, the
main problem is I’m allergic to cats.
And I’m only teasing.
How could a cat ever replace
them?
For a start, cats cannot wash up, or wield a hoover….
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