July 6, 2007

In about half an hour, I'm off to meet up with Amy and her mum for our regular Friday catch-up.

And it may - or may well not - involve a cheeky glass of white wine or a polished pot of black soup.

However, there may be a problem.

When we first sent Amy to America, she met a young man from Texas who also suffers from Cockayne Syndrome, and it seems they've grown rather fond of one another.

Yes. She's got a boyfriend.

The cheek!

And he's here! Today! In Wirral! With his "mom" and dad (shut up, Paddy).

Christ!

Certain people here will explain how nervous I get when I'm meeting new people (believe it or not - and you probably won't) and the heebie jeebies are already upon me.

I hope he doesn't ask me outside.

* Yesterday, we lost another little girl, Abbie. She was two. You know what to do.