Had a lovely few days with our son. He’s had a difficult time recently: he worked incredibly hard to get his PhD over a year ago, and has been persistently looking for work – any work – since. He hasn’t been able to find anything, apart from a few days in the past month, and of course it’s been depressing. He’s been signing on every week, and has only now cobbled together a few days to come and see us and inspect The New Parental Abode.
He’s impressed! (which is good ) We went to Brixham on Friday, to have some of their famous fish and chips, and took a walk out on the sea wall (built in WW2 to enable the Americans to take part in Overlord). The wall is a mile in length, and as we were returning the heavens opened and we were DELUGED We were so soaked, we scrubbed round the idea of going on to somewhere for a cup of tea, and came home instead for one … I even put on the heating, it was so chilly, and our clothes needed somewhere to dry!
Yesterday he suggested that we make a roast dinner, so he did the Jamie Oliver thing, and I did the scullery-maid thing, and although we say so ourselves, it was rather delicious. Finished off with plum crumble, made from my sister’s plums which she had bottled.
So off to our Holy Chaos church today, then just time to have lunch before he went for his coach. It will take him 6 hours back to London
The good news is, that he’s won a scholarship and will start a fully-funded PGCE in a fortnight. That will be a massive relief, all round. When he’s got his timetable, we’re hoping he’ll have some time to come and see us again – maybe with his lovely girlfriend. But I suspect that course will keep him very, very busy …