Thursday, 8 October 2009

Hectic. Will post later.

The ringing phone at two am. Sleepy irritation evaporating at the 'yes,yes,I understand'. Thirty minutes with the boyz in the floodlit garden, Wilf running through the lavender, Digby skirting around it. A quick rush to the airport in Rome ( thank you British Airways for finding a seat for the 'font' on a full plane and doing it with calm, warm efficiency- the recurring kindness of strangers ), then a hurried farewell at the departure gate. " Have you got your passport? I'll arrange a rental car. Don't worry about a thing ". A quick peck on the cheek, a squeeze on the shoulder lasting perhaps a moment too long, a silently mouthed goodbye at the security line, no looking back. All the buttoned up Presbyterian routines and formulas to keep emotions in check.

2 comments:

Rocky Creek Scotties and Java said...

I had to chuckle a bit at the "Presbyterian routine". Being raised in a Presbyterian community, I see the humor in it all.

Am glad the "font" got a seat, but know it was disturbing to get a call at 2:00am.

Hope you can get a bit of rest today.

Lynn

Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers said...

Sorry - 2 am calls mean extreme illness or death to me, Neither is pleasant - and probably not the best timing before you move.
Sigh