Moving on

My son in his room at one of Liverpool University's halls.

It was hard to tell how he was feeling this afternoon, when we set off for Liverpool. He doesn't give much away.

Earlier in the week he seemed enthusiastic about moving on. He was more subdued when we got there and helped him sort out his room. By the time we left he was chatting to the other lads in his house, and they headed off to the kitchen to have a beer and sort out what to do next. I'm sure that he will soon find his feet.

I'm going to miss him. x