Master T rearranged his bedroom last night which started when he needed a powerpoint for his lamp. I think he has inherited my genes as moving furniture is one of my passions. He did a pretty good job and I will post pics later. The problem is that now he wants to sleep in his room. Not much wrong with that except I really like someone to sleep with me. His sister thinks it is 'gross' so graciously declined my offer of flannelette sheets and pillows galore. Not Master T. He l-o-v-e-s snuggling in with me. Even if he is 11! Not any more. His bedroom is too inviting.
So, it is time for me to grow up. Time to be an adult. Time to spend the night with just little old me. I'm not sure why I find it difficult to be alone. It is not that I fear burglars or the dark or such. I think it is just that I am not really used to it what with being married for 21 years! I have survived for 2 nights now so I think it will be...
Ciao for now
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