On the first day of our son’s visit, the day he landed, we managed to contain his excursion to the high street; a simple outing with great rewards.
He explored the shelves of food at Sainsbury’s, always a treat because they carry British fare, quite different from the American fare at Kroger.
The British are quite unabashed at declaring the consumption of alcohol, a national pastime.
Wines, gift packs, sherries and Baileys are on display at the ends of most aisles. Just in case these are missed there is a total section, at the back of the store, spanning six aisles entirely dedicated to beers, wines and spirits an array to suit all tastes.
We bought a couple of cans of beer, some biscuits, crumpets, scones and fancies and made our way back home.
In the evening, with jet lag looming, he was content to sit at the Jolly Woodman and sample some small brewery beers.
“Is this your evening then?” he asked,
“What we do every evening or just this evening?” I countered.
“Every evening; is this where you come at the end of every day?”
“No! Fridays usually, not during the week!” I said, hoping a modicum of restraint was apparent in our routine.
After we’d had our dinner and were on the rubbish and compost heap run, my son looked at me and said,
“You’ve made your own little life here without us haven’t you?”
Not that we hadn’t at home in Texas, he’d just failed to noticed the transition from attentive parent to laissez faire empty nester in training.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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