I had my son over as usual and we spent loads of time playing together and reading. Then we started to make a robot out of cereal boxes. All good fun came to an end as I dropped him off at his mums. He was tired after the journey home and he wouldn't relinquish his grip on my neck. I had to prise him off me and basically just go. I heard him shouting my name as I shut the door and it was heart wrenching. Don't get me wrong when I text later he was fine and playing with moon sand but it still hurts for a long time after. 
I guess that won't get easier. It must upset his mum too. 

That night I had a second ghost investigation at Cavendish Court and at 1am we had a steam train noise come through from the baby monitor. The mic end was in the cellar which was strange, but awesome. Where we were used to be the stables for horses that were connected to the old train yard next door. It made the night worthwhile. 

Sunday was film day. 'Real Steel' which took a real effort not to cry over in the cinema when it was the father son moments. Then 'Contagion' which makes you think about how easy it is to pick up germs from door handles etc. 
Then home to more tv and a relax in silence. 
I am looking forward to seeing my son again tomorrow night followed by a return to see 'Paranormal Activity 3' for my second time with my step daughter.