My Eldest Beautiful Daughter has just finished her AS level exams. Next year she will sit her A2's and leave school. We are now looking at courses and different Universities for her.
Gulpity gulpity gulp. (If this was my own blog, you'd get feckity, feckity feck but I'm trying to ease you in gently to life ala auntiegwen)
The Beautiful Son in a casual enquiring sort of fashion asked "When Lara goes to uni, will she have a carer?"
auntiegwen in a puzzled and bemused tone replied "A carer?"
The Beautiful Son continues "Yeah, like to do all the stuff you do for her"
That means everything except dressing her and wiping her backside. She can do that all by her own self now, I'm very proud.
auntiegwen throws her head back and laughs like a musketeer informs
"No, when you leave home and go to uni, you have to do all that stuff for yourself"
The Beautiful Son decidedly states "Well, I'm not going then"