The boy is starting a new job next week. I wonder what the new schedules will mean for us – though part of me relishes having more me time, I’ve started to enjoy our evenings sitting on my couch after work with a DVD or two, dinner and wine. Some times I cook, some times we order in. The boy and I will watch pretty much anything, despite him preferring ‘boy’ films and me swinging between ‘happy fluff’ and foreign. We seem to have reached a happy compromise, for every movie with bloodshed and decapitation he sits through a heavily subtitled one with me.
My favourite part of the evening is the bit after the movie finishes where we would talk about what we’ve just seen and more often than not our debates would turn into friendly arguments because we have very contrasting opinions. On occasions they would continue on to the next day and it’s these moments when I realise I am really going to miss him.
