Size does matter
THE road to downsizing starts, I’ve discovered, with the fridge. As the children grew, so did the size of the fridge. The current one is colossal. Most days, it was filled to the brim, but could only barely keep up with the demands of my starving brood and their friends.
Now that Harry’s moved to a flat in London and Charlie’s at university, the fridge lies half full for most of the week. It’s now too big for our needs and I suppose the house will soon feel that way, too. Harry’s bedroom is now a quiet place and oddly tidy.
The eldest moving out is one of those passages of parenthood. Renting in London is prohibitively expensive and I wondered whether Harry knew the real cost, so far hidden to him, of things such as washing powder, electricity and the like. I was polishing my shoes when I realised that he didn’t have a set of brushes, so I rang him with the offer to buy some and to find out how he was getting on.
Fabulously, as it turned out—he and his two flatmates had just bought a vast television with a 46in screen. ‘I’m sorted Dad,’ he said. MH