Had a good trip yesterday, Number One Son is back at Uni and settled in.
The trip up saw us passing through some really heavy rain - so heavy that we missed the turn off from the M1 (up the middle of England) onto the M6 (West Coast). We did not notice for a while, but then quickly plotted a new route that took us back on track. Not a big deal, we were still heading in roughly the right direction!
But listening to the radio we soon found that this had been a lucky break - there had been a crash on the M6, and nothing was moving - our accidental route missed this completely!
The journey with my little brother driving was the usual constant chit chat on every subject going, lingering on some of the passengers that he has to deal with in his taxi driving job - the real gems of friends me makes to those who drive him to dispair. I guess we all meet them, but not everyone gets stuck in a car with them!
I was able to fill him in on some of our holiday stories and also give him an outline of my Zombie novel - he was really taken with it and I might actually persuade him to read it when it is finished!
Once at the Uni, we set off to find out where my son would be living - getting the keys was easier than I expected, and we soon had his stuff unloaded into his new 4th floor room. He seemed happy with the view and aspect (facing north, so less glare on his PC screens!) and being higher up he would be less vulnerable to noise from those who were heading home from the bars.
Then we realised that we were hungry, so we hit the town for a pub lunch (I had ribs, fries and onion rings - pretty good, to be honest!) and a final chat before we abandoned my son for the next 3 months. The return journey was problem free and we were back home by 6.30pm. Mrs RC had already been chatting with Number One Son on Skype and he had already unpacked everything and was getting ready for an evening playing online games with his friends. Gotta love the internet for this sort of thing. Once upon a time, when someone went away to Uni that was more or less it - you lost touch with them for years and if you ever met up with them again they were totally different to the person you knew - now there is no excuse for losing touch...