I think I must be getting sentimental in my old age (or just mental) as I was watching a programme about three girls going off to Oxford and they were all crying as their parents left them and I was tearing up with them. For goodness sake I didn’t even cry when I left home for the first time and went to university at 18 and here I sit getting emotional for them…oh dear.
I did eventually go out today and headed for another stately home. My trouble is I spent so much time humming and aahhhhing about whether or not to go, when I did get there it was almost closing time so I didn’t bother paying the 5.90 to go around the house. Still it was nice to get out.
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