Sunday 24 September 2017

Sad uni story...

Lovely lady chum in our village was chatting with Scrobs a few days ago.

As she is a super chum, we can talk about anything, but her latest words made me fill up just a little bit...

Her Daught has just started at University, and is in Plymouth for the next three years or so. We've chatted on numerous occasions on how she would get there, etc, and now the deed is done. Presumably, my lovely lady chum is feeling several bits down, and so would I, having done that a couple of times myself, luckily with Mrs O'Blene by my side.

The door bell  rang at Chum's abode last week, and there, standing bereft, was daught's boyfriend, in tears.

Lovely lady chum had to walk him round the village to calm him down, and explain that Plymouth is only four hours away, and that she may well write and, email, and, and, and...

4 comments:

rvi said...


Ah, poor snowflake.

She must have known for ages about her place at uni, so is there perhaps a reason why your daughter failed to inform "boy friend" of her imminent departure and destination? Perhaps their email connection had been severed etc...

Scrobs. said...

It's rotten for her, Reevers. Husband travels world-wide all the time, so Mrs O'Blene and I are planning pub visits, etc to take her mind off it all.

We reckon we need to make the invite to the pub the day before, at least to give her something to look forward to, then we'll organise another small bash the next day - all to keep her looking up, not down.

Bloody kids...

rvi said...

oops - typo above... her daughter, not yours!

Good idea. Get a few G&Ts inside your chum to cheer her up, but not really her problem that her sprog has ended a relationship. Happens all the time at that age - and no doubt the lass is looking forward to meeting and making lots of new friends once she finds her feet in Plymouth. Something similar happened to my lad a few years ago, so he just upped sticks and moved to a different part of the country and started again. He is now happily ensconced in his work (and still single - so my thoughts of pesky grandchildren drift further away daily!!)

Scrobs. said...

You'll get there Reevers, never fear!

We were the same, but three GDs in four years soon changed all that!