Prodigal

So the prodigal son returns.
It's been two weeks away from each other which every mother of a teenager should have to regroup and reconsider their relationships. Not being getting on with this chap so well with a unhealthy dose of mutual dischord so hopefully we can get back to an even keel. Heart soared to see him again and through clearer eyes. As ever, his kind heart shone through with gifts of a rock from the top of Ben Nevis and an antler, proudly thrusted at me just like when he was at nursery. He's had an awesome trip, a week up munros and staying in a hunting lodge then five days surfing off Lewis. No more poor me for he!