But it was the lure of diversionary activity, which had me knit up my version of a little cork person there and then. Because my own little person has flown the nest and headed off to France for a few days.
I used to think I was a relaxed kind of Mother, the type who is chilled about letting her offspring sally forth on the odd adventure. Turns out that is true only when it is the elder one, and I still have a chick at home to cluck over.
The French trip has stolen my baby, and I don't like it one little bit.