Friends

There is a inkling of the independence you can expect from your children when they start to choose their own friends...ie. not the offspring of mothers you do playgroup/coffee with.

Today Ben went on a Geography Field Trip to Snowdonia with his best friend. I forced them into this photo at 9.00am this morning! They have been best friends for 12 years (Ben is 15),l and I am good friends with his mum. Lovely how that happens in a village.

At 9.00pm tonight and in the same spot I grabbed a photo of Sam with his best friends after a film and KFC treat. Sadly one of them is moving away tomorrow and I feel very sad.

I have never even shared a coffee with the mother or even spoken more than briefly, yet our sons have spent a great deal of time at each other's houses and I have come to know and like Mo very well.

Being children it was very unceremonious "Bye then.... I'll kik you..."

It was me that had tears in my eyes....