We only have 2 days left in Cambridge. It is weird to say that.
Last week I had a going away 'do' with my girlfriends, and then Matthew had a going away night at the pub with his work colleagues. And Elizabeth had a last-time play at an indoor playground with all her best pals. Matthew's friends gave him a great night and a great gift - a pewter tankard with the University of Cambridge crest on one side, and engraved on the other side: "Dr Matthew Hawkeye: Gentleman, Scientist, Friend." So bloody nice, and so accurate!! My friends (and Elizabeth's friends' Mums, so technically her friends too) made me a completely wonderful picture book titled "Elizabeth's Cambridge Friends" that is just photographs of her and her pals from the last two years. It made me cry... a lot.
The week before last we were in Bognor Regis, visiting my Grandma. Elizabeth loves it there, and we had a really lovely weekend. And yesterday was a big Quinn party at the Birchwood pub to say goodbye to that whole side of the family. (Sidenote: the pub is basically next door to my Nan's house so we often go there for Sunday lunches when we visit her and it was an obvious choice for location for a goodbye party. Nanny doesn't drink at all, so it is therefore hilarious that anytime we talk to Elizabeth about going to see Nanny Jock, she says, "Oh yes, and we'll go to the pub.") The party was super fun and it was great to have a last chat with all the fam.
But how can you tell we are actually leaving Cambridge, for realsies?
I sold my bike today. I feel totally naked without a bike in this city. Here's one last shot of my ride for the past (almost) 2 years - Matthew is taking Elizabeth's seat off the back. Truth: I cried.