Was distraught last night to discover from a scout leader that my boy is 'hoping for a text at some point'. Clearly he's not received any of the many I sent and must be wondering why he hasn't heard from me. Not being able to reassure those we love, and be reassured by them, is very hard. As I've said before, it must have been hideous during ww1 not being able to be in touch with loved ones far away. Today the husband of aforementioned scout leader is going to the campsite and is going to take my boy's wellies. I shall put a note inside the wellies. I have contemplated buying a cheap phone in my lunch break, charging it up, putting on credit and sticking it in the wellies, but there is no guarantee another network would have any better coverage.
We shall be reunited in just over 3 days in any case. For now welly mail will have to suffice.
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Well it turns out I was fretting unecessarily (hmmm, like that ever happens!!). He has been getting my texts but wanted an opportunity to text me back - hopefully one will get through later from his leaders phone. Already counting down the days til I can hug him again :)
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