ITCHY FEET

I am getting increasingly itchy feet about my small little life. This is directly influenced by my son and his mates frolicking around South East Asia at present.

He is somewhere in Chiang Mai. No idea where. Four days ago he promised to send me his new mobile number and still I have received nothing. Not worried (yet) – I think probably the “no news is good news” approach to the next few months is going to get me through it.

It’s difficult though as we parents sit in our little space and listen and now almost watch them via Facebook raving about life. My friend’s son called her from Katmandu the other day on FaceTime and she was able to see where he was staying, the lush greenery, the birds, he talked about his imminent visit to the foothills (albeit after a visit via the doctors to re-break a broken toe and then to the only shop in Nepal that sold size 12 shoes to be stared at by assistants as some sort of Yeti like freak of nature). He was wondering, with a foot he couldn’t walk on whether he should hire a donkey. We laughed together at the pictures it conjured up in my head and then I imagined myself being carried around by a Sherpah or Sedan chair.

There is a bit of an “it’s not fair” thing going on and a bit of a just simple concern and a lot of pure commonal garden jealousy for the luxury of time and youth and freedom.

“IT’S NOT FAIR” isn’t of course fair comment (excuse the pun). I’ve had my time. Should have done more then. BUT the good thing is that it’s not too late. It will be done. It’s in planning stages at present and may have to remain like that for some time…but still….one day. One day.

In the meantime – here is a photo to show you of my son in Australia (nicked from someone else’s FB page – I don’t know if that’s legal) looking (I know I’m not supposed to say this as his mother) like a Greek God and maybe you will understand why there is much teeth gnashing going on.

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