|Small son with niece|
Small son is actually now 25 and still living with us - me doing his washing and ironing, him not paying any board and lodge. How times have changed. When I was 18, we couldn't wait to get away from home, guys joined the army, fought and died for their country and generally grew up sooner. How is it that so many are still living at home? I gather it is a world-wide phenomenom. It seems to be related to the lack of jobs in an increasingly mechanised/computerised world. A bit step forward for us in the area of "growing up" is that small son is about to say goodbye to his 1996 Honda Ballade (which is technically speaking still mine) and hello to the real world of Higher Purchase. Luckily for him, he has had access to a real bargain via my husband's work in the form of a Mitsubishi Colt HIghline diesel-powered PIck-up truck. The car of mine he had is basically now wrecked - he has had to pay to get the gearbox and clutch fixed but the driver's window won't wind down, the glove compartment falls open every time you go over a bump, the air conditioning no longer works etc. etc. I know all this because I have had to take it to the shop to get the windscreen replaced: this is not a simple matter because apparently there is a large amount of rust in the bottom corner which first has to be fixed. Still, he has an eager and willing buyer in the form of a Zimbabwean with whom he works. Apparently, his only requirement is that the engine be reliable which it is. I shall be glad to be free of this on-going headache. Cars are very expensive here and small son will be paying a large amount of his salary to pay for this. Perhaps for this reason: he will look after it better. Also to factor into the equation is that as of 15th December small son has to find other lodgings as we will be decamping finally to our retirement house. He can't afford the rent for either of our apartments so he will have to make another plan. We wait and see.