Xin chao...
These were the opening words of the Lovely Son's text that arrived a few minutes ago. At first, I thought it was a place name, and tried to find it on a map, then found that it meant "Hello" in Vietnamese. We should have tried harder with that Vietnamese for Beginners CD....
He went on: "Saigon a madhouse, people lovely" and as predicted, finds the food very much to his taste. He will ring tomorrow, he says, before visiting Cambodia, via the mighty Mekong River.
He is a very long way away, and to a mother's heart, it feels it. If you see what I mean.
On the home front, yesterday's viewers were time wasters, nice though they were. Today's were, I suspect, student landlords, cold-bloodedly eyeing up my house in terms of room size and potential for another bathroom, with no interest in anything else. Dispiriting.
Feeling melancholy, I wandered down to the allotment, and picked some peas. Then I cooked them lightly, and ate them, on their own, with a little butter. The dog helped; like many Yorkshire terriers, she loves peas.
Comfort eating.
6 comments:
Its so nice of your son to check in so often. My teenager (now 20) was in Scotland for two weeks and I did not hear a single word from her.
Enjoy the peas. I don't think I've ever grown such lovely peas here in the US Midwest. Just too hot here.
He's going to Cambodia? I've been there... one of my favourite holiday destinations... He will have a ball!
Enjoy your phone call, that sounds great. But I take your point re distance.Mine's 10 minutes away, half the week, and I still struggle.
Viewings challenging, but I'm sure there will be more, and it will work out.
Jan x
I know just what you mean about distance. There was a time a couple of years ago when it looked as though elder daughter and her husband might have to go to Korea for a couple of years and it was like walking round with a lead ball inside me until all was decided and they didn't go.
So a bit pea-d off then? x
Years ago, in my working life, I used to stay with a lady who did B&B in a lovely big house in an old, once gracious, street in Cardiff. By the time she retired and sold up, most of the houses had been converted to student flats and the whole street was, and still is, grotty. Her buyers convinced her that the lovely house was just what they needed for their large family. No, of course they would not be letting it out. She sold. She moved out. Students moved in. The house is now just as grotty and unloved as the rest.
It hurt her dreafully. What is the matter with people???
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