Oh the horror that is….. Half-term week!!!! Normally I approach school holidays with a mixture of dread, anxiety and excitement and as much as I love my little tribe, they can talk non-stop, 24 hours a day, all at the same time. They even talk in their sleep occasionally. No joke. This can be a little challenging at times. But this week promised to be exciting as it brought a long over due visit to my home country of Germany. The outskirts of the Black Forest, close to the French border to be precise. In my opinion one of the most beautiful parts in all of Europe but then I am very biased so don’t take my word for it. Go visit instead!
Now, I’m still a bit of a nervous flyer but I’m slowly getting the hang of it and I am pleased to let you know that this time we did not hold up the security queues at Stansted by leaving all electronics in our hand luggage but actually went through the whole thing quite smoothly. Well apart from me yet again getting put in the scanner, much to the amusement of my offspring. At least this time they refrained from asking if I was getting arrested. The flight was smooth and swift and we landed it beautiful sunshine and temperatures well into the double figures.
The older I get, the more I see this part of the world as home again, after so desperately wanting to get away from it in my 20s. I think I just have to accept that I will forever suffer from Fernweh and ‘home’ will never be just one place for me. My mum is really struggling with her knees and will need a couple of operations throughout this year – I hate the fact my parents are aging and I know we are now at the tipping point where instead of them looking after me, I will have to look after them. I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet…..
We didn’t argue at all this time though and if you remember anything about my mum and myself, you know that this is absolutely unheard of; nonetheless I promise it is the truth. We managed a rather harmonious visit with trips to the zoo and the natural history museum, as well as eating the biggest pizza I have ever seen in my life. I still do not know how Son A and Son B managed the whole thing as if it was a snack – I have a healthy appetite and I struggled with a mere half! I also had the pleasure of catching up with a couple of old friends on my own, who I have known for 20 and nearly 30 years respectively, something that puts into stark perspective not only how long I have been calling London home but also just how old I am. Thursday had us flying home again, but my next visit is already scheduled for the end of March.
I would love to report copious amounts of productive activity for the next few days but I am not sorry to disappoint you with that. Two more days of blissful just enjoying ourselves, with visits from friends, cake in the middle of the night and family sofa sessions, only interrupted by me having to nip into work for a couple of evenings. I could do with a few more weeks like this. And more sun. A little bit of sunshine just makes all the difference it seems…..