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Interior of the Hermitage Library
Tyranov Alexei Vasilyevich
MrM
Did you collect my books from the library?
MissM
Yes...and I paid your fine.
MrM
Sorry about that
MissM
Don't worry...my treat.
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I don't think that I can bear
to let MissM go to university...
the house will be too quiet without her.
Back me up, people.
Did you collect my books from the library?
MissM
Yes...and I paid your fine.
MrM
Sorry about that
MissM
Don't worry...my treat.
*****
I don't think that I can bear
to let MissM go to university...
the house will be too quiet without her.
Back me up, people.
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17 comments:
Back you up?
I'd gladly send you a boy.
Awwwwww.
I know it's nowhere near the same thing but I'm dreading the start of term here. Too quiet.
I guess you two could move in with her...
If you love something... And Mr M should jolly well pay his own fines! Spoken as the mother of Primary School children who breaks her heart already at friends' empty nests.
The pain and anguish is more than a Mother's heart should have to bear. But we do bear it, as it is in best interest of our child and that is why we are Mothers. Consider me a buttress Alice, I have the experience and the strength. I know, truly, I know. XO
And who will cover MrM's fines? I'm afraid she'll just have to stay home.
what, the gap year is over already, how did that go so fast....
Would you like ship hawser or baling twine?
But she'll be back soon for the holidays :) K x
Am backing you up from here - already despatched mine a fortnight ago as she has a 5 week hospital placement before her 2nd year starts - doesn't get any easier either - where is she going, not as far as her brother?
I'm afraid you can't keep her...but you know you'll always have her.
Driftwood had my same thought ...
Is the gap year gone already?
Last night, Littlest threw her arms around me crying. "I never want to leave you, mummy." she said. "I'll never move away."
I look at you and I know she's wrong. But I'm ignoring it. La la la.
When the first Miss C left for University I cried. Openly.
When the second Miss C left for University I was stronger. I cried into my pilow. Quietly.
When the third Miss C left for University I was ready. Peace. Quiet. Tidyness. I was wrong.
I cried. Everywhere.
What can I say? It's a mother's lot.
The Misses C's are all grown up.
They return.
All is joy.
It's just the spaces that shift.
Thinking of you. xx
Like swallows, the do fly back home.
Still it's hard.
Read Anna Maria Horner's account of taking her daughter to uni and then a year on. Really moving and really true.
Liz
Oh Alice, they seem to spend all their lives moving further away from us.
I wish the generous Miss M would cone and pay our fines, I am rather ashamed!
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