Mother and Child Reunion.

Yesterday, I drove The Boy back home to Suffolk.

Today, he catches his breath and packs.

Tomorrow, at the crack, he flies back to Berlin, to a fortnight of isolation before starting work again.

Sonny is being very brave about it, I woke feeling overtaken by anxiety, oddly made manifest by an out-of-nowhere desire for a cigarette, almost forty years after my last!
I managed to resist, shaken by the durability of that addiction.