The last few days have been hectic for different reasons, and when I spoke to the hobbits this evening I felt completely and utterly overwhelmed by the fact that they weren't with me.
Just two weeks in I am missing them and their cuddles - heck I even miss the arguments over whose turn it is to watch Ben 10.
Rather than causing them or anyone else any concern, I was lucky enough to fit in a therapy session.
It was a bit short notice, so I was surprised that William was able to fit me in this evening. He listened to me and made several suggestions about what I should do to combat this feeling of loss.
He even played his own version of Imagine by John Lennon - a genuinely special moment.
William has a mop of gorgeous blond hair, a great smile and his favourite word is testes. He is five years old and is the son of a friend of mine. He was perfect therapy and I was lucky that he was able to fit me in between 'Shaun the Sheep' and bedtime. After all it was late notice.
William should be expensive and could probably charge by the hour, something I can ill afford - thankfully because I know his mum, his particular type of therapy was free.He and I discussed words that sound great when you shout them, including bottom, poo and willie; and according to William I have fat boobs - I am sincerely hoping that this is a compliment.
His parting shot was a cuddle in a green dinosaur dressing gown, and a nonchalant shrug about prescribing a glass of Baileys as a PRN with my bath this evening.
Thank you to William for putting me back together this evening; and of course to his wonderful PA his mum, who supplied the refreshments.
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