I’m leaving the Hub today. I wasn’t sure that it was the right thing to do, but he likes the idea. In fact, he insists. He doesn’t even mind that I’m going off with a woman, a kind and generous friend who has treated me to a flight to Spain (and back! The Hub tried to talk her into leaving me there, but she won’t). We’ll be staying in her holiday home from tonight until Saturday.
My friend has been trying to get us all out there for years but we’ve never had the money. She found some cheapish flights and took matters into her own hands. I have the best, kindest friends in the world.
I was unsure about accepting her generosity, and about leaving the Hub and can’t-get-him-to-move-out-he-insists-he’s-only-sixteen-youngest-son, but he thinks I deserve a break. I have the best, kindest husband in the world. Spud, well, erm…I have the best…I have the kindest…er…I have a son.
It came down to good manners in the end: how could I refuse a gift so kindly meant without hurting her feelings? I couldn’t. And so I’m off to Spain!
You may have noticed by now that there is no photo to illustrate the challenge. This is because I am not ready. I fly in a few hours and I haven’t showered or even dressed. Or packed. If I leave it to the last minute I won’t have time to throw up before flying.
One thing that is ready, however – eight things, actually: four jokes; four rambles - are the posts I have prepared for you to enjoy while I am away. I will have no internet access in Spain and, if I survive that, I’ll catch up with your comments and blogs next week.
Until then, please miss me! But don’t leave comments saying so; that would be frightfully embarrassing.