I can hardly believe that Davie is eighteen - and that means that all of my children are now technically adults. We could all go clubbing together! Admittedly this is unlikely. About 17 years ago a wee old lady came over to me when I was sitting with my three gorgeous boys, aged about six, two and one, in Inverewe Gardens coffee shop. She told me that they were lovely and wished me "Health to see them up." I thought at the time and I still think now that I couldn't wish for anything better than to see my children grow up. I'm a lucky girl.
James has been at home today feeling very ill; he has been unwell all week and was not getting any better - very sore throat, sore head, chesty cough, freezing cold, sore lump in his neck. I called the doctor and he said that it is a virus. James has to rest and take paracetamol. The fact that he really is resting is testament to the fact that he must be feeling very ill indeed. As a result it has been a quiet day. David loved the microscope that we got him for his birthday and spent most of the day setting it up, and he had another driving lesson in the afternoon. Davie also kept watch over James while I drove Ally over to university as a treat and we had a very quick lunch in Charlie Rocks, then I went to Waitrose and drove him home again after his one lecture of the day!
Davie requested fish suppers for tea (we were going to go out but James wasn't up to it) and then we had birthday cake and watched an episode of "Luther" which is one of one dramas where the policeman seems to be more troubled than the criminals!
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