My son rang and told me that he wasn’t coming over to stay tonight. He had been planning to go out for a night out with colleagues and staying at ours, then coming back from work for tea with us tomorrow. I had secretly been planning to make a birthday Pavlova, with strawberries from our allotment. I have to say I am disappointed: I enjoy his company almost always, obviously we all are going to have our difficulties, but I like him immensely.
He sounded very down. He needs to sell his old house, but needs to do work on it before he can, and I think he feels that it is a huge task. Large tasks can be so demoralising. I worry about him, but that is my job as a mother apparently.
I wish I could just say, forget the cash, come over anyway, but I can’t.
OH has done a strawberry and rhubarb pie instead.