Changes

Once again I feel I have to apologise for the lack of content of late. So many things have been happening lately that there aren't enough hours in the day.

I would hasten to add that it is not for lack of material. It is just that when time is pressing, I'd rather be doing it than writing about it.

My excuse just at the moment is that I am busy packing Christmas presents and writing cards. Yes, I know that a month from now would be soon enough for any normal person but the day after tomorrow I am off to UK for a few days to do a quick round of family and friends to drop off their presents and, hopefully, collect some loot from them to bring back. The crazy fact is, with the exhorbitant cost of postage and air fares being cheap as never before, it is almost cheaper for me to deliver presents in person than it is to post them.

It is only a short visit, alas. This time next week I will be sitting in that pretentious architectural disaster area that is Copenhagen international Airport, on my way home again. Heather will be staying at home unfortunately -somebody has to keep the business running - but it will be good to see the family again.

The next few months look like bringing some major changes in our lives. I can't reveal anything just now and I don't know how it will affect the frequency or regularity of postings. We will just have to see what 2012 brings.

One change that came right out of left field is that last night, around midnight, daughter announced that she was leaving home. In a month's time.

She has been talking about finding a place of her own in the big city for some time now but, given the difficulty of finding anywhere we thought she had quietly dropped the idea. Then suddenly last night one of her old friends from boarding school announced on Facebook thatr he was moving out of his flat in the city centre and was anybody interested? Daughter was in there like a shot and she is set to move on the 15th December.

As we lay together in the afterglow of a good hard fuck last night there were mixed emotions. Heather was a little tearful at the thought of our little girl leaving home. I reminded her that she is 20 after all and that at her age, she herself had put the breadth of The North Sea between her and her parents and was shacking up with some ruffian in a freezing cold bedsit in Tuffnel Park.

It's not as if we unused to not having her around either. She was at boarding school for two years and then in Brazil for a year. It will mean less cooking, less washing, more freedom, more sex and we get our car back.

But it's going to be strange not having her around.