Home alone for the first time

Daisy Turnip writes.....

Last week, Hubby and I went on holiday to Scotland. Daughter refused to come with us because part of the holiday included walking up Ben Nevis and a spot of camping in the Highlands. We therefore left 17 year old Daughter, home alone for the first time ever for a full week by herself. Scary, very scary. Our neighbour had a key and was under strict instruction to come in every day and check that both house and Daughter was ok.

The morning we set off, Daughter had gone into town on yet another marathon shopping expedition, so we left her the following note:-

“Dear Daughter

Hope you have a great week without us. We’re sure you’re going to miss up loads!

Remember the following:-

• the dog won’t work unless you walk, water and feed him daily
  
• you can’t live on beans on toast for an entire week
  
• empty milk bottles need to be put on the door step NOT the bin
  
• dirty dishes go in the dishwasher not the sink
  
• we have a washing machine
  
• no one in the house apart from Ali and Louise
  
• the birds can’t get in the garage to refill their feeders
  
• all windows and doors have locks – use them
  
• we recycle in this house – and it’s not called the bin
  
• the fairies don’t appear each night to tidy the house
  
• we have web cam technology!!
  

In an emergency………………………….. and so on”

We later received a text from her, saying ‘thanks for the note!’ I wasn’t sure whether this was the written form or the cash that we had left for her!

Whilst we were away we rang her every day and most days she rang us too. Another scary point, Daughter doesn’t ring us unless she’s looking for a lift, cash or some other favour. Each phone call went through this daily routine:-

Daughter: Hi Mom, how are you?
Me: Hi Babes, good thanks, you? How you getting on?
Daughter: Fine, when are you coming home?

I’ve still yet to work out why every day she asked when we were coming home. Was she missing us or was a party in the planning? Hmmm!

Anyway, we came home to a spotless house and found out that she’d only actually spent one night here as she’d stayed every night at her friend’s house. The night that she did sleep here, she slept downstairs in the lounge with the dog! Awww, bless.

I’m not convinced she enjoyed her ‘holiday’ as much as she thought she was going to!