Last night I had a lovely surprise when my nephew phoned me out of the blue. He's not my blood relation, but my ex's. He, his mother and I have always been family to each other. I've known his mum since she was carrying him, and he's nearly thirty-two now.
I hadn't been in touch for quite a while. Part of it was to do with confidence, and part of it was me doubting myself. In my mind, the train of thought was something like 'stand back and leave them alone to get on with their lives'.
We had a really nice talk, and spoke for ages. I'm really proud of the person he has grown up to be. I wish he wouldn't work as many hours as he currently does. However this shouldn't be so necessary once they've moved house.
They plan to visit me once they have moved, and I'll go back to London with them to see their new place. I'm sure that last night's chat went a long way to making me feel better.
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