I hate packing, which is unfortunate for someone living out of a bag, truly utterly hate it. I am tempted to minimise my life so much that all I will have is one bag that can be taken anywhere. Not as easily done as said but the desire is most definitely there. No more frustration that what I want is halfway across the world, everything at my fingertips! A life uncluttered by stuff! Well that’s my long term goal anyway.
While J was in Canada to surprise his dad for his seventieth birthday, a plot hatched many months ago with my lovely mother in law, I spent an absolutely gorgeous time in England with Ma and Gato. Squeezed in at the end was a whirlwind few days in London seeing as many friends and family as feasible, thirteen in three days as it turns out is my limit. It was so lovely to see people and pick up as if we only saw each other weeks ago rather than the year that it actually was. London itself, meh, can’t say I’ve missed any of it and even a return trip to the flats I lived in for twenty years, to see a neighbour, provoked not an iota of longing.
I had a conversation with a friend while home, a new mother, who asked what I had been up to and I replied she could read about it here, while I could not read about her life anywhere so wanted to spend the very short time we had together (her baby napping precluded an earlier meeting time) to which she replied she couldn’t read about it as she did not have the time. Ah but I replied if you did you could read about it and repeated my assertion that I could not read about her life anywhere and so wanted to know about hers, and around we went. I think the meeting was somewhat overshadowed by her vocal opinion that everyone who voted Leave in the Brexit vote was a misled racist moron. It’s a wonder anyone still wants to be my friend, sigh.
I also fitted in a very thorough dive medical at the hands of the talented Dr Oliver Firth, Doctor and Diver at the London Diving Chamber. His diagnosis, I am healthy as an ox with a lung capacity above the standard for my age, height and weight – woohoo! and importantly am fit to dive. He remarked to the photos of the skin rash I suffered that they could be in a text book showing skin bends and thinks I more than likely have one of a variety of shunts, of which PFO is just one. We agreed on my diving plan moving forward and over the next few months I shall see how that goes, we also agreed that dark chocolate should be added to all predive rituals whether there’s enough research to back it up or not, because, well chocolate ☺️.
Sadly my last few days were marred by stupidity; Ma’s Wickes kitchen dangerously installed gave me a nasty electric shock and they are denying responsibility for their shoddy work; a flight refund that is thirteen weeks overdue required round the houses chasing and my much wanted dive regulator arrived with the wrong fastening from Italy and the store are being arses about my returning it. Nothing life shattering but annoying, time consuming and energy sucking nonetheless and all too soon I was tearfully hugging Ma at the airport before running to catch my plane. Thankfully only a few short months until she joins us in Indonesia, it was beyond fantastic having these last few weeks with her, our first real alone time since I got married (almost four years ago – how’s that for a marriage made on twitter!) 💕
Sadness aside I am super happy to be back in Singapore with friends and in the heat and am looking forward to a week of relaxing here before we head back to the wonders of Nusa Lembongan 🐋🐡🐬🐟 NO MORE PACKING FOR A WHILE ONCE THERE, now that is something to look forward to.
Empty apologies that this blog pretty much reflects my current state of mind, fractured, racing and in a million different places…I still know how lucky I am, I still love most everything about everything just UGH sometimes little things add up to a big UGH…It is what it is and I am what I am Xx #SorryNotSorry #NoteToSelfBreathe