Last Thursday night was a landmark night. Mr. Waffle and I were in bed and all three of our children were out on the town. Michael was at another ball, since he did not enjoy the last one only the week before, I was not optimistic but he had a good time; Daniel was off at a club (do you know that they still stamp your hand on the way in and play Abba?); and herself was at a dinner party (she talked to us on the way there, she was not particularly looking forward to it but a good time was had by all etc.).
You might think that my work here is done but not entirely. During the week I drove Daniel to training; turned around and went to collect Michael from a play (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” – hilarious, apparently, he had the time of his life, where did I get these children?); then drove back to the training grounds to collect Daniel but as I turned in the gate, got a text from him saying he had got a lift home with a friend. Two hours in the car mid-week my friends.