The boyfriend arrived safe and sound today. His plane landed at 93oam and passport control, customs and the fact that he didn’t know the address where he was staying held him up. They didn’t arrive home until gone noon.
My daughter, excited as a bee in a rose, bounced out of bed at 6 this morning, made sure everything was in perfect order for his first day including her hair, make up and attire and gave me a hug (unheard of) and left the flat way too early.
She wanted to sit in an uncomfortable airport chair in a Heathrow lounge, instead of one of the brand new, deliciously luxurious, leather couches in our lounge. She wanted to be there when his plane landed. Then she wanted to stand at the arrivals huddle and belly her way closer and closer to the front so she could catch a glimpse of her befuddled beloved before he saw her.
She admitted, when she got home, that at one point she was so tired of waiting she vowed she’d go off with the next good looking guy who walked through the gate. Fortunately she didn’t have to, her T-baby walked through and she told me he was more handsome than she remembered (they video skype every day) and asked me,
“Isn’t he cuter, sweeter, everythinger, than before?”
“He looks the same to me!” I said, but then I don’t have the advantage of rose coloured glasses!
He did look clean cut and fresh. Malia had lost the hair battle to the rain and her leggings had gone all baggy at the knee, but I don’t suppose he noticed those minor details, what with the rose coloured glasses syndrome going on in our flat.
We had breakfast, bacon, eggs, chipolatas, crumpets, toast and cheese with a pot of tea. He sat closer to Malia than any of us are allowed to when eating and she didn’t put any required music on for the munching. This is serious stuff!
Today is Thursday, late night shopping day, it sounded funny when Malia was describing it to her boyfriend over brunch,
“Everywhere stays open late tonight, not Friday night or Saturday, but Thursday.”
“Weird,” said George Patrick and even though it’s always been like that for me, I must agree it is a bit weird, like Wednesday is still half day closing in the small country villages.
They went to town later, to see Westminster and Big Ben, the Thames and the Abbey. They may even make it to Evensong. It doesn’t really matter what they do or that it’s raining, everything will be reduced to the 2 square feet that makes up who they are, and the sun will be shining.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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