My eldest daughter has finally left home this afternoon. YAAAAAA.
I know that sounds awful, but I thought she'd never go. Bought a flat and got keys last Friday, booked a removals van and went at 3.00pm this afternoon, taking much of my furniture with her (claimed a large sofa fron the front room, an extra wardrobe, chest of drawers, mirrors, pictures, kitchen equipment, curtains, curtain poles, blinds, etc, etc). Have noticed that she's left the cat, dog and rabbit that are supposed to be hers - think she might have seen this as an appropriate 'swap' for the furniture. Love her to bits, but her younger sister left 18 months ago at 18 1/2. Now got an extremely empty , very large attic to decorate - claimed by her 15 year old brother as soon as she left. Which will leave me with a large bedroom to do something with. Tempted to have the walls padded and use as a screaming room - for when stressed. Could be a playroom for grandson. Could be a stuyd for me (turning all Virginia Wolf and craving 'a room of one's own').
Should I be gutted that she's gone or is it appropriate to want to trawl through the cellar and find that bottle of champagne that I know is down there somewhere?