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I feel like I have had a fortnight’s holiday, so relaxed and pampered have we been. We were brought coffee and tea in bed (though I managed to tip three quarters of the coffee on to the tray) and then we went down for breakfast, wondering if the other guests came to this kind of place all the time and what it must be like to be super rich, whilst feeling mildly guilty that we were rich enough to do this even once.
Once we’d checked out we sat and read our books in the sunshine, reluctant to go back to our actual lives, but eventually the heart magnet that is our stupid daughter activated and we were pulled back to her. But it still felt like a holiday, mainly due to the fierce Spring sunshine and the unusual coincidence of us both have two whole days in a row where we had no work. We went to the park, played in the sand pit. Phoebe found a stone that she liked and carried it with her as we headed home. She put it down and said “Bye bye stone,” but a hundred metres up the path suddenly panicked and asked where the stone was. We told her that she’d put it down herself, but she was inconsolable. I jogged back to get the stone and held it aloft so she could see it wasn’t lost. She squealed with delight and then ran towards me full of joy at the reunion. She has never shown such excitement at seeing me as she did at being reunited with a stone that she herself had chosen to discard. But I was able to pretend that the race towards me was for me and not a caramel coloured bit of flint. Man she loved that stone. But only after rejecting it. She is learning the ways of humanity.
It was nice to forget about work for a couple of days, though as I lay in bed I suddenly realised we were a week into April and how much I have to do (I haven’t even started to book RHLSTP yet, thinking it was months away, but we’re back in nine weeks). We’re also buying a new house in the coming week and there’s loads of stuff to sort out for that. Oh and I have to write a new stand up show by August.
But the impressive thing is that for about 36 hours I had totally forgotten about all this and luxuriated in my immense good fortune to have persuaded my wife to marry me. Or for her to have persuaded me. Not quite sure how it happened. But very glad that it did. Even if my daughter prefers a stone to me.
