My blog last night got me some stern looks from dad this morning. I guess it wasn’t exactly fair, and to a certain extent showed me to be the lazy mother’s boy I am.

The truth is I like it at home, and I am very fond of my parents. Lyn was right inasmuch as if I wanted control of my beer intake I should move out. Yet the truth is I’m not ready to do this just yet. I tasted independence at university, and on trips like those to Newquay and Paris, but the fact remains my parents have always been there to back me up, to put up the cash, and to bail me up if things go wrong. While I believe we coped well enough in Paris, (superbly, in fact, largely thanks to charlotte’s level-headedness) I think I’ll soon need to go without the lifeline of mum and dad. The thing is, I’m still not sure how.