The Prodigal Son

The boy is back from his South American tour. I just about held it together as he came through the arrival gates at Gatwick. I was so pleased to see his beautiful face. I have missed his wonderful sense of humour and compassionate nature tremendously. 

We made him strip down in the garden after discovering bedbug bites all over his back and legs. My absolute nightmare. A full silk wood scrub to follow. He was nearly weeping  with exhaustion by the time he climbed into his fresh bed. It's been a while since he has had a comfy place to lay his head. 

Bee came home for the reunion. She has been really pining for her little bro. Warmed my heart to hear the two of them giggling away.