It was a new type of summer, one which didn't have water fights, or trips to theme parks or calls of 'I'm bored mum'. It had A-level and driving test angst, (she passed and failed in that order) it had solo runs along the canal, afternoons in the garden with wine and The Child Free Holiday. I can hear your enthusiasm now. But don't be rushing on ahead of time. It was nice, I'm not complaining, but it will take some getting used to. I sort of missed the madness of it all and realised that we've moved on to the next stage. A couple more years and I'll have to get a dog or something.
