I'm (mentally) in packing overdrive and saying to my son.
Do you need a laptop?
What stationery do you need?
Do you want a lamp?
Do you want a dressing gown?
I've bought you new bedding, do you like it? Do you want more?
What's your underwear situation, do you need new stuff?
Do you have a reading list, shall we buy the books now?
He's yawning and ignoring me and it's driving me mad. I'm desperate to tick off a list and make sure he has everything required.
Then I asked him did he want me to drive him there and help him set up.
It's Aberystwyth and we're in London - I would be driving him on my own and the thought fills me with horror.
He laughed and said he'd get the coach so that girls would feel sorry for him and he might get a girlfriend quicker.
Would I be a bad mum if I let him go alone on the coach? He's been all over Europe with his mate and always comes back in one piece but it feels so uncaring.
I remember my Mum begging me for weeks to let her show me how to use the washing machine before I went to Uni. I ignored her and thought she was a silly old trout. Of course I simply read the instructions at the launderette when I got there.