Jings, crivvens and, indeed, help ma boab! Ma bairn has gone far, far awa'. The noo.
Yes, Little Miss Farty and her fiancé have, despite the global credit crunch, managed to scrape together (with a little help) enough to put down the deposit on a flat. It's not much, but at least it's a place that they can call their own.
Mrs Farty and I were totally distraught at the realisation that our youngest child has finally left the nest for good.
I'm off to the DIY store in the morning to get the necessary materials. Just in case.
Sob!