November 30, 2010
In between
negotiating his future with his soon-to-be ex-employers and putting up a shelf
in the kitchen for his ever-increasing collection of recipe books (for how
long, for goodness sake? We’re going away)
my husband has been looking up all the best birdwatching sites in Europe and marking them on an outline map of the
continent.
Now he wants me
to mark in all the places I want to visit and have never got round to.
Birdwatching is his thing. Cities, most definitely, are not. I like both, and
it’ll be interesting to see how this pans out. Already it’s clear that these
wish lists will have to be heavily edited. Even a year won’t be long enough.
Other questions
I’m asking myself. Maybe it would be better to fly home separately to visit family
every couple of months rather than having several long-haul trips back to a
Channel ferry. What if there’s an emergency? One of us will have to fly back
while the other drives, accompanied by the dog. What if it’s me that has to
drive the monster van? Aaargh.
In the meantime,
what shall we have for dinner? We’ve been so distracted there’s not much in the
fridge, though at least when we contemplate what we’ve dredged up from its
depths we won’t be short of a recipe.
Normal life has
got to carry on for some months while we plot our escape. We can’t just waste
the time anticipating the future.
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