Full nest empty fridge

Talented Younger Son is home! Yay, yay and thrice yay. I cried at the airport, he cried too and we hugged and hugged. His feet are a covered in nasty looking mosquito bites, but he is tanned and looks healthy and happy. Happy to be home too, I suspect. He loved travelling but had had enough and was longing for a shower, his duvet and my cheesecake. Happily he was able to get all of them within an hour or two of touching down at Heathrow.

And not only is TYS home, but Talented Elder Son is back from university along with all the contents of his student house. And once he's back, the friends are back too. Gradually they've been trickling back from university, and gradually the sitting room floor has been disappearing under the Nintedo controllers and the Pokemon cards. Boys just don't grow up they just get bigger and taller and eat and drink a lot more.

I love the mess, the detritus of student life, the sounds and smells of gorgeous young men in the house. I love them all so much.