As she almost always does (she's very good) Daughter 2 phoned tonight. And she seemed so far away - in London. And I hate London. It's so big and noisy and dirty and full of people that you don't know. And she was with her actor fiancé and while he may be a perfectly all right person, he's the reason she's in London living in a one-bedroom rented flat and unless he suddenly becomes successful, I don't see them ever having enough money to lead a life of reasonable comfort. As for starting a family...
So I felt pretty miserable. And sat down to blog. And Sirius came and socialised. He jumped up on my shoulders and walked round and round my shoulders and chest, purring and purring and purring. He then tried his paw at typing and made all sorts of things happen on the screen. Then he jumped up again into my arms and lay under my chin, a warm furry weight. Which was nice, though not conducive to blogging.
Prince William and Kate Middleton get married tomorrow. I don't exactly wish that Daughter 2 was marrying Prince William but at least the royal pair have a house. Several houses, I imagine. And loads of money. Still, I suppose they'll be living in London too, eventually.
I wish I'd realised, before having babies, that they'd go away. I'd have thought more carefully about it. But I'd probably have had them anyway. I wouldn't have known how fast they grow up. But they do. Very very fast. Be warned, mothers of children still at home. Tie strings to them.