Thursday, 11 October 2007
Not so gone!
The deed was done. All her worldly possessions (actually not all of them, only the ones cool enough for student life) were packed into two cars and at the end of September her brother and I drove her to Warwick.
All the way up I was thinking that I simply couldn't believe I was taking my little girl to University. Where had the years gone?
Her brother fixed up her computer and checked the Internet was working. I bought her what might be her last square meal until Christmas. We drove home.
Communication was restarted by email. Maternal fears were allayed by the friends she'd made, the societies she'd joined, that fact that she'd discovered the local Tesco.
Then I get an email: "I'm thinking of coming home this weekend."
"Why?" I replied, distraught all over again. "I thought you were having a whale of a time?"
"Oh I am! It's fantastic! I'm loving it!"
"Then why do you want to come home?"
"Um, the laundrette in our block isn't working and I'm running out of socks..."