Monkey is off on his weekend away, it is taking everything I have not to phone and cancel.
Apart from anything else, it means that I will have one very stroppy boy on my hands over the weekend, which lets face it no one wants.
I know it is my anxiety talking more than anything else, but I am so worried and anxious.
However I am still going to let him go, he has packed himself, got everything organised, informed me of all the things I need to bring with me, when we pick him up.
But, it isn’t going to stop me missing him, as I lie on the sofa eating crisps watching random shit