OK, OK I know. I am see-sawing the peaks and troughs of emotion as though in a frenzy, BUT I feel I have good reason to be excited tonight. You see, I’m going HOME. For the third time since our house in Cornwall has been our real home, I am going home. It feels so good to say it and so good to be experiencing it tonight. The difference is that this time it’s for six days instead of eight hours. Hurrah. I get to wake up in my own bed and fondle my beautiful dogs’ heads. I get to feed wabbit and hens for myself and walk my beloved dogs. I get to pick the eggs from the nest box, the hens have been completely unfazed by being moved and have not missed a day’s laying. How cool is that?
Most of all, though, I get to spend some time with David, whose quiet patience with me blubbing on the phone each day has been wonderful. (This comes from one whose patience of the woes of others is about five minutes long so I am truly grateful for his ability to absorb my unhappiness without moaning or rebuke.)
Today has been like a whirlwind. I was up early (for the last two mornings running, I’ve been at my desk before almost everyone else, instead of after) and after paying for my hotel room, I set off to walk to the station, a mile from the hotel, in the pouring rain and with a sleeveless blouse and no coat or jacket with me. I can’t get used to it not being summer any more! Why didn’t I get a taxi? Well, have you ever heard of a better extortion racket than £12 for a journey of one mile? Nope, nor me, so when I heard that was the cost I told them it was daylight robbery and walked. I’ve walked to the hotel each night and both mornings now too so I feel as though I’ve actually got some reasonable exercise too.
Even though this morning’s Board Meeting had been cancelled overnight, I’ve spent the entire day in meetings and dashing from one thing to the next. It’s been a packed and hard-working day. I have come away from the office with two briefs for projects in my briefcase and they will keep me very busy until I return to the office next week.
It’s going to take just a little more than an hour to get there now and I’ve been travelling for four and a half hours so far but every step I’ve taken and every mile the trains have raced have brought me closer to Cornwall. In fact, I’ll be in my new home county in probably 45 minutes from now. It’s a shame it’s dark so I won’t be able to see the green of the fields or the blue of the sea. Mind you, from what my rain god man tells me, it’s been pissing down all week since I left so it’s probably grey and murky. I even love it like that.
What am I going to do before I climb off the train at our local station? I’m getting that lippy out and I’m going to make myself look as pretty as I can for him. When I walk up the path from the platform, I want him to see a happy, smiling face, rather than that pale, tired ghost of a thing he left there on Tuesday morning. I want him to love me and be happy to see me even though I’ve been so miserable.
This photo is of the ‘happy flowers’ that were bought for us by a little lad of two (Fin) – thank you young man. They are photographed with a moon gazing hare, gazing at the moon!
