Month: March 2020

The last two days in Cornwall were glorious, birth mother and I together with the two dogs, self isolated on the beach in the sunshine marvelling at the beauty of our island and paddling in the Atlantic, Poppy the cockerpoo turned out to be a very good swimmer, Sunny looked on disdainfully.

We had assumed that we would wait for the Blonde Bombshell to get home from Australia, a complicated and tiring journey which changed by the hour,  wait a few days to make sure all was well and then meander our way home.   That all changed following the news that we were to stay indoors.

We made the decision to go home as soon as we knew they were on the M4, abandoning BB’s mother for at least four hours.   I had planned to go shopping and cook them dinner so they had everything they needed but we really didn’t know whether the roads would be closed as in Italy and France.

We are home now, not my own home but that doesn’t matter.  We have food and loo paper which makes us very lucky, I even managed to bring home frozen pasties from our favourite shop!

The sky is looking fantastic without the aeroplane trails, we are under a flight path so it’s really noticeable, people living near airports must be feeling very peaceful.  I haven’t heard a train today and the roads are really quiet.

I’m missing R, he’s going to be in Corfu for the foreseeable future, only allowed to leave the house with written permission from the government, even if it’s just for a walk.  These are indeed extraordinary times.

I really love how creative people are being at the moment to make sure they can stay in touch.  We are having a virtual pub quiz tonight with our family which means we can’t choose our team, Sunny’s in mine and he’s not very bright.

I think I’ll clean Vanley today as the sun is out, there is at least a kilo of sand on the floor.  I’m more than slightly concerned about my need for a leg wax.

 

Here I am, in beautiful Cornwall, gazing out of the window at the stunning, albeit grey and dismal countryside.  I am supposed to be here until the 26th March with my and the Blonde Bombshell’s mothers while R is in Corfu organising stuff.

R isn’t coming back to Blighty any time soon, the European boarders are being closed at midday today for 30 days.  We are used to spending time apart but not this long.  I have no idea when we will be able to see each other without using some form of technology.   The Perfect Wife has been sent home from work until after the baby is born and Child One has imposed herself on my brother.   Lucky has been working from home because he has a sniffle, his default setting is quarantine so no change there. Thing two was designed for crisis management so he will be absolutely fine.

I have sent my clothes and hair stuff to Corfu, together with all our belongings which will now sit in Bulgaria for the foreseeable future which means that even when the house is ready for R to move into he will only have a bed frame and a sofa.  I’m not very good at being bored but there’s a garden to plant and two mothers to keep amused.

The worst thing about this whole scenario is that I forgot to bring my scissors. There are worst places to be than here.

Since Christmas we have managed to move out of our rental house, camp out at Mother’s, spend a week skiing, pack all of our belongings in boxes marked with the wrong address in Corfu and have them collected by some lovely Bulgarians for a lengthly stay somewhere in the Balkans, organise and attend a wedding, put said Mother’s house on the market and sell it, (actually my sister did that bit) and drive down to Cornwall .

With regard to the skiing;  my forte seemed to be falling over but the food was excellent and I count standing up with planks on my feet as a success, despite having  to be rescued off the mountain by a lovely man and coming home on crutches.  It was only a flesh wound and I didn’t really need the wheelchair to get on the plane.

We had hardly any time to arrange  the wedding of Thing Two and his Perfect Chilean fiancee and they had not a penny between them but it was wonderful. Everyone paid for their own dinner instead of bringing a gift, meaning that their friends and family gave them a wedding as a present, it was the perfect start to the year.  The bride was very beautiful and the groom got very drunk, as did everyone else.

I sit here in Cornwall, ostensibly to look after the Blonde bombshell’s mother who is perfectly capable and a good laugh.  In reality I have kidnapped my birth mother and am forcing her to relax a bit after what has been for her a very difficult decade.  It’s been a little trying, we’re down to our last two scones and we had to buy more clotted cream on the way back from the beach.  The weather is crap but there’s an Aga and a wood burner so I think we’ll make it.

R has gone to Corfu, he is supposed to be ‘sorting things out’ but I bet he’s drinking gin and sunbathing.