In a good way. Last night I'm cooking a curry wondering why my wife had insisted on 3 Naan breads, Bombay potato, samosas etc. The door bell goes and she asks me to get it. Stood there grinning like a Cheshire Cat was my son!!!
He'd come all the way back from Wales on the coach to be able to be at my gig. To say I was touched is an understatement.
I'm so lucky to have the family I have.
Yesterday morning my jitters about this whole thing made me question why I was doing it. Now no longer a problem.