Just got back from Bath. I’m a wreck and drove home pretty teary the whole way. Once we’d unpacked we popped over to Tesco express and picked up some milk and cereal and a ready meal for that night, but he wasn’t bothered about a big shop. When we were done at his flat and realised it was time to leave I was already a bit wobbly. Managed a hug then we were off - and I headed for the safety of the car.
I think my emotions are a mix of immense pride in him, but also worry that he won’t repeat the financial mistakes I made at uni (his mum’s gene should help), plus frustration at not being able to just tell him how I feel. I’m sure he knows but we’re quite a ‘dry’ household so it doesn’t really get said - not since they got to their teens anyway
Practicalities were not great. Nobody to say hi at the accommodation and our key didn’t fit in the lock. Eventually found the housekeeper who let us into the flat, and we rang the housing dept who fairly quickly sent someone over with a replacement key which was a relief.
Only one toilet and shower for the flat (5 rooms) so can imagine that can be a challenge - and no wash basins in the rooms which would have reduced some pressure on the bathroom. Kitchen not great either - small due to the smaller flats but that means less likelihood of bumping into people while cooking. And the lack of space meant quite a lot of food is on the room (only one cupboard so pots and pans took priority)