Fluffy Cushions

And so the boy is off.  We finally heard yesterday that he has been granted accommodation on campus.  The plan is that Mr. Jules and he drive over whilst I fly the day before to attend my friend Suzy’s book launch in London and then meet up with them.    Ollie has been assigned (aptly) to The Tower which as you can guess is no grade II listed beauty.  My anxiety at leaving my pride and joy (my boy) has emerged as a desire to perform an extreme make-over of his single room with wash basin à la Laurence Llewelyn Bowen omitting the dandy and adding a  rugby flavour. 

Ollie’s idea of what will happen on moving in day:

Arrive with parents.  Parents lug one year’s supply of clothing, sports kit and electronic gadgets up to room.  (Walk well ahead so noone realises I wasn’t cool enough to get there by myself).   Dump stuff in room.  Walk parents to car and wave until they are well and truly out of sight.  Go and sign up for Fresher’s week then head for Student Union Bar.  

My idea of what will happen on moving in day:

Welcome tour by smiling Harry Potter A type personality.  Assess room then go to nearest Interio/Ikea and buy an assortment of fluffy cushions, a large toe warming rug, cheerful lighting and comfortable bedding.  Go to electronic shop and buy kettle, microwave etc.  Go to garden centre and buy an assortment of house plants (for extra oxygen).  Spend pleasant afternoon arranging room.     Oliver sheds a tear of gratitude as we leave.

To be continued…