Your old road is rapidly agin'

The Boy's announced that he's moving in with his pal Oliver, who's renting a ramshackle house in the middle of nowhere. I knew he wouldn't be with us forever - and perish the thought that he would, unless we magically had a vast house where he could have a wing to himself - but he's good company when he's around, and it'll be strange without him. I won't redecorate his room straight away (although I'll start planning colour-schemes) just in case.

This umbilical cord-cutting hurts.