The older I get the more difficult I find it to work out where I belong. I’m equally at home here in England as well as in Germany, with France always being at the back of my mind. Maybe I should consider the Dutch option and purchase a mobile home to do them all justice….
Anyway, this week, I decided to visit my parents for a long weekend. Not that unusual you might think, only that this has been the first time in twelve years I got to spend proper time with my mum and dad without my kids. Monday to Wednesday were occupied by working like mad and then spending the evening with my offspring to make up for Mama jetting off on her own. In my defense, it’s Dad weekend in our house, so the older two didn’t even notice me being gone and the little one had one night on his own with the au pair,. Which I sweetened for him by allowing him to get a movie on Prime. Worked a treat.
So Wednesday is my usual night shift which of course ran over considerably and I had an early flight to catch Thursday morning so I was operating on only a couple of hours sleep. Just as well as you might remember I am not the most confident flyer. I managed to dose away on the flight somehow and only suffered mild amounts of “Shit should I have done xyz just in case I die?” Which I think every time I am mid air by the way creating a list in my mind of what I HAVE to do when I get home before my next flight.
It was really lovely that both my parents came to pick me up at the airport – it is tiny so you can get from plane to exit in five minutes if you’re lucky. I permanently get hit with German efficiency at the borders too. I am always, without fail, getting asked if I lost my passport recently. Answer, yes in 2012. And it ran out in 2014 anyway. So I am hoping it gets written off by 2039. Possibly.
I can honestly say, this haw been the most pleasant, relaxed adult time I got to spend with my parents in a very, very long time. I did not argue with my mother, I had grown-up conversations with my dad and I got fed rather excellent food. Schlachtplatte anyone?
I had my Saturday evening reserved for some much needed time with a very special friend of mine. When you know each other for over 20 years and don’t get to see each other much, you always have a lot of catching up to do when you get some time together. We made the most of it by reliving our youth a little, having dinner in a swanky restaurant, not getting much sleep and stuffing our faces at a breakfast buffet before I got dropped at the airport for yet again a rather early flight.
Just to get right back into the swing of things, I had been lumbered with the Sunday night shift. Nothing like a bit of reality slapping you round the face like a wet fish!
Much love marvelous people. Candidly, TC.