My husband and I went to Oxford, to help our 23 year old daughter move house, Oxford is the place where Harry Potter was filmed with all the fabulous buildings and history, it's a very beutiful university Town, or maybe even city, it has so much to offer, rivers with punts on, boat trips, and open top double deck busses, tourists and students, and oh so many cycles, cylces everywhere.

I had always dreaded these days, I always went full of antisipation and fear, fear I would have to make the day happy for everyone, I would for worn daughter of dads mood ahead of schedule, little did I realise I was actually setting the scene for her to worry and fret, and I know now it was very difficult for any of us to enjoy the day once I had set that seed of doubt, no surprise then that before I knew I did this and why, I was actually wrecking any chance of our day being any good before it even started.

So off we went, and all I wanted was the best day ever, she was only moving a couple of miles away, so two car journeys, and all her stuff was moved, she lives with other students and has inherited another cycle so her and me rode those to her new address.

We were all done pretty quickly just dorpped everything in her room and went out for lunch at a thai restaurant, we sat looking out of an upstairs window looking out into the bussling high street, after we went for a look around the indoor market, and hubby wanted a cake and coffee, he loves his cakes.

Harriette suggested an icecream parlor that did fresh coffee and muffins, so we had three one bananna, one almond, and one cranberry, they were huge and yummy, I love to look out of the window and watch the world go by, so we were sat opposite the bus stop for the open top double decker tour, and I said we shall all go on that after, and we did, the tour guide was full of history about the place, and being high up you could see tons more, the sun was shinning and it was just fab, we got off near to Harriettes new house, jackdaw lane, stratford road, isn't that a lovely adress, there is a huge church on the corner, and there seems to be an abundance of friut trees down this avenue, of pears and apples.

On the drive there, I noticed a sign for Bicester, pronounced Bister, they have a designer village there and so I said lets go there too, so we did, it was like toy town, lots of little wooden white shops like dolls houses, and they had all the big names, Jimmy Choo,Guccie, Ted  Baker, Vivian Westwood to name but a few, it was great looking at all the posh stuff, but nothing really took my fancy, Harriette bought a lovely cream cable knit sweater though, and when we left hubby gave her the money for it, bless him,.

So then it was time to head off home,and I said I will drive home to give you a break hubby, I could tell by his face he was not kean, I didn't ask him either I told him, it didn't help I couldn't unlock the doors, and then I struggled to put the key in the ignition, but he didn't notice that I hope.

Anyways I could tell he was tence and anxious, he was telling me what I was doing wrong and unerving me too by now, and so usually this is the point at which I would go into one and ruine the day, but I didn't whooooooooowho, I pulled over gave him the wheel and said I could tell he was uncomforatable and I was sorry for being bossy, but I thought it would give him a rest and when I could feel he wasn't feeling my feelings, I was able to acknowledge his and respect them, to which he apolagised to me and said no please carry on, and I said nope thankyou for allowing me to drive your car, but it is your car and I know it is your baby and you love it, and I had been bossy I never asked him, I told him, and I think this is progress, we had the best day ever, truly the best, thats alanon for ya!

Katy

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