the boy is at Leeds Festival this weekend.
he will see Muse tonight (his favourite band). or The Hunna, a new fave. or both. i dunno.
he and his friends went and saw the Pigeon Detectives last night on my recommendation.
he loved em. says he was in the mosh pit.
i WAS tempted to tell him who to see today, but HE needs to decide, not me.
i am missing him like mad, worried that he is ok, jealous that he is there with his mates and not me, and not looking forward to being at Oakwell without him tomorrow. sounds daft, but feels like i am losing him. spent so long on nights and missed so much that the time we HAVE spent doing stuff, especially these last 16 months, seems to have been so shor and gone by so fast.
that is my fault, not his, and i know that i could have also probably made a bit more effort, but thats too late now.
it’s little things like coming home this monday and NOT watching Game Of Thronesat half four, before his mum gets in and disturbs us, because his girlfriend was here. don’t get me wrong, she is wonderful and i am glad he has her and that happiness in his life, but we’ve ALWAYS done it!
anyhoo, i can’t wait to see him monday and hear all his tales from the weekend. maybe over a drink.