My boy is back! Sporting a rather gorgeous beard which he didn't have when he left almost 5 weeks ago! He's had a fantastic time and has some wonderful memories and experiences to hold onto.
I'm loving having him home and waking up this morning with the knowledge that he was safely back. Out of all the places he went, it is Germany that has captured his heart and I know that he is already quietly planning a return trip!
I don't know who enjoyed the big cooked English Breakfast this morning the most, him having a large plate of food produced as soon as he said 'I'm hungry, what is there for breakfast?' or me cooking bacon, tomatoes, egg and baked beans with a nice slice of wholemeal bread and a coffee for him.
His clothes are, shall we say 'grubby', and the landing outside his bedroom is covered with the contents of a rather large backpack. Mess? Washing? Ironing? Wet towels all over the bathroom? Loving it!