Contemplating the life path of the daughters with regards to tertiary study/leaving home/striking out on their own – and I’m wondering what the strict definition of “going off the rails” would be? (and I mean that in the nicest possible way. Love you, girls!)
…but I well remember when I was at Uni, laughing at those overprivileged high achieving kids who, as soon as they’d got out of the clutches of their posh schools and overprotective parents, ran amok and went wild. Never thought I’d see it this close up.
…having said that, I suppose if they’d met me at Uni they would have thought I was lame. Unlike their Dad who was supercool (in spite of the excess of hair and predominance of beige in those old photos). Life isn’t fair.