going going gone

Have spent a day and a half moving Boy into his new home. There were three trips in the van, wondrously complicated by the roadworks right between us and where we needed to be. We were hauling stuff and loading it downstairs, going back home to reload and haul more... Lots of carrying things up the stairs, my menfolk did very well with bed pieces and sideboard pieces and all sorts.

Exhausting.

We went across the river to the Chinese buffet for supper.

Back again this morning to help him connect the washing machine (delivered about ten minutes before we arrived) and put together the sideboard unit. Well, both of those were Beast's jobs: I busied myself with kitchen and wardrobe matters. My son has about a hundred pairs of unworn pyjamas. After we left, I composed a gigantic list of Things He Needs To Do Or Consider, now that he is a homeowner. And he put together his projector television and made it work, so I imagine the PS5 came into play.

Phew.

Sadly, the man from Stiebel has come down with the plague so did not turn up for his appointment this morning, so we are still struggling with temperature regulation in the house.

I feel both unburdened and a bit bereft, and I worry that he'll feel very alone, having not lived on his own for a very long time. *sniff*