Last Supper

The lunch you make when you are trying to eat everything in the fridge before going away. One egg, a hard bit of parmesan, smokey bacon, lots of salad, a blob of yoghurt. Delicious.

Called younger son for a chat before I leave. "You know I'm going to fail my exams don't you?"  he threatens. "Why's that?" I ask warily. "Well, I haven't done any work....."

The next step of maturity is for them to learn how to lie to me - tell me everything is fine (unless it's a big 'not fine' in which case, of course, tell me!). After the exam horrors of the last 6 years, I want a break from this.... they're at Uni now. It's all in their own hands.

Here I come Bangladesh, where the refugees in the camp have far more pressing things to worry about.