My first born, Jade is moving into her 1st flat with her best friend.
My oldest son, Callum is moving into a house share with 2 of his closest mates.
It is traditionally a time for tears when they fly the nest and everywhere I look there are boxes of Jade's and new bits of furniture Callum has bought for his new bedroom. Kitchen cupboards have been mysteriously emptying themselves of kitchen gadgets and re-appearing in a box in Jade's room. Shopping trips have changed from whizzing round New Look to trotting round looking for fridges. Shed junk has become re-usable and Callum has suddenly shown an interest in co-coordinating furniture.
I always knew it would happen: it's a rite of passage and I know Kieron's plans would include having Callum's room as a gaming room to chill out with his mates and make loads of mess. Xbox, gamer's chair, TV, you name it, it would end up in there along with random shoes and socks that always seem to trail along after Kieron wherever he goes. Kieron would become man of the house and try to look out for me as he always has when the older two are out.
What wasn't supposed to happen was for Kieron to leave home first.
