Well! this evening No.1 son and girlfriend finally called around after an absence of 3 weeks. For a minute I thought he'd grown (he's 22) but then realised that he was just wearing two extra jumpers to combat the cold climate. Well that's a relief! No really his father is a fat tw@t So I was worried it might be in the Genes. Well NOT mine obviously. DOH I just lost 35lbs. Ooh rewind there girl. Maybe it IS me. Nah it's not. I'll have a word shall I?
So, we told him about OUR economic situation and the fact that we might escape to the great white north. He looked worried for a moment (who will cook him roast chicken and buy him new underpants!) but then grinned and said Ah go for it Mum.
Girlfriend had her head down and looked quite tearful. I was concerned (well I pretended to be! (Just kidding)) and asked what she was thinking. "You guys can come for cheap holidays" I said. "You might even like it there, but you don't have to stay forever. I know your family is here?" I waited. Poured another drink, lit a cigarette, why? who knows I don't smoke.
"Well" she said. "I have always wanted to live in another country and this might be my opportunity" I breathed out. Didn't realise I was breathing in until then. Coughed, scared the animals and then laughed. Phew!!
So that's ok then?
We have the green light from the little bit of family we have this side of the ocean.
So we'll see. We might not be able to sell the ancestoral pile (for that read 2 bed terrace). We might win the lottery Ha! well you never know.
I have great artistic plans to write a book called "A foreigner at 50" agents and publishers PLEASE contact me :-)
But rest assured dear friends, that I can still access, blog.co.uk from anywhere in the world. So you don't get rid of me that easily. Sorry and all that. NO! I'm not..................................
