I'm suddenly feeling rather old.
It's not just the hot flushes, which have hit me in a big way in our humid summer weather.
It's not even the fact that son 1 has officially left school...not that he was actually there for the last two years, but you know what I mean.
Nor is it the fact that all our surviving parents have suddenly become more frail, both mentally and physically, and are likely to need a lot more input from us in future, even though they live so far away.
Most worrying of all is the fact that I'm starting to think I would like to move away from the city. For someone who grew up in the middle of nowhere and worked so hard to be able to move to 'civilisation', that is a shocker. But, even though we live in statistically the safest borough in London, as the mother of teenage boys I worry. London no longer seems civilised. I want out, though that isn't possible due to Hubby's job and son 2's specialist schooling.
Three notable things:
1. Son 2 behaved beautifully when we had to take him to the doctor on Monday.
2. Only one more assignment and a final assessment to go on my course, then I can look forward to studying writing again.
3. One week of son 2's summer holiday down, three to go...