When my son was 13, I read a novel by Joanna Trollope called Second Honeymoon, about ‘empty nest syndrome’. The mum in the story was feeling bereft because her youngest child had moved out. ‘What a fuss,’ I thought. ‘Get over it!’
I, after all, had left home at 18, and I fully expected my offspring might want to do so, too.
The week after I had deposited my son at university, that same book was being serialised on Radio 4 – and it made me cry so much, I had to switch it off! But I needn’t have worried. My son is now 25, and, thanks to economic factors, living at home once more.
Many of my friends also have adult kids re-installed. We compare notes on how many…
