Actually its not before time, but I haven't complained because my two boys just aren't any trouble. They really only use home as their base, do all their own washing/ironing, true they don't often wash-up, but that apart you'd hardly know they were in the house. Oh I've probably overlooked the guitar practice slightly there, but to be honest I don't even notice that half the time. Anyway, M is transferring to a v. posh restaurant in Southampton, Italian of course, lets keep it in the family! Will be number goodness knows what chef, but hey they're more than keen to fully train him, so gourmet meals here we come. Then last night he announced the flat hunting was over, it had actually only lasted about 2 days, but he and his mates have found a house in Southampton, nice and central, and the move-in date is 16 July. Good grief, only one left in the nest, amusingly my eldest!! Poor thing, I think he's almost feeling a bit "sad" (as the younger people say) himself about still being at home, more so now with younger brother leaving. Having said that, I still don't think he'll be making any dramatic decisions in the near future and announce his immenent departure
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As I type, I am having a late lunch break. Total disaster on the interviewing front today, only 1 candidate turned up! What a joke. Trouble is Personnel do all the arranging, if we did it at ward level we would know where we were, but they send off the letters then forget to update us on who is actually coming for interview, merely writing by candidates' names, "message left" or "no reply". What earthly good is that?! Hope tomorrow proves more dynamic. However, time not wasted, I've been dabbling in my favourite past-time "Electronic Rostering", still causing as much fun, and some extremely caustic/unpleasant comments also from a certain area, which I have chosen to ignore rather than stoop to the same childish level. Anyway, huge excitement as I now have access to printing the rosters, almost akin to winning the lottery as I had waited so long for the printer to be put online! If anyone DARES to ask for shift changes now that it's finalised I shall have to produce a firearm and shower then with bullets, I'm sorry but that's the way it is
augustdawn

Expect the inevitable. My own grown children - four of them, flown away the nest in 1994. It was sad and lonely for me and my late husband. I cried silently many days and nights. Eventually, my children got married, and have and having children of their own. You know what? Now my house is full again when they come on special occasions.