Monday 8 April 2013

Planning a Honeymoon with Zombies and Vampires.

Having survived my identity interview,without being arrested or deported, I was ready for a long lazy weekend, to try not to think about whether I had passed or not. Friday I decided to go to town,to get supplies for the weekend,so we wouldn't be forced to tackle Saturday shoppers. I had walked the dogs and it was still quite early so I thought I might have a bath whilst everyone else was getting they're breakfast and the bathroom was free for a while. The doorbell went while I was in the bath and I lay there listening to the dogs barking wondering when one of my three children,who I knew were all awake,would answer the door. I heard the door open and close,after I called out in not so lady like fashion,for someone to please answer the door.
   When I got downstairs,I found an item not delivered card on the table, for a recorded delivery. This meant nobody had answered the door in time. The package would be unobtainable on a van,for the rest of the day. Worried that it may be notification about my passport, I went online to try to arrange a redelivery. They would not be able to get it to me until Monday or Tuesday. I didn't know if my stress levels would allow the relaxing weekend hoped for if I was anxious about this. So I decided to call the delivery office, to see if I could pick up the package from the main post office later, as it said on the card.They couldn't guarantee that if I travelled an hour on the bus to the post office that the package would actually be there, it could mean two hours travel for nothing. Curiosity was killing me, I had to know if it was about my passport. I told the guy on the phone that the reason I had not got to the door in time was because I had arthritis in my hip ( this is actually true). That the driver was gone before I could get there and I was worried that the package contained travel documents, for a flight I was on the next day. Yes, I know, I was weak. However the lovely guy at the post office promised to track down the package and make sure it was delivered the next morning. Lots of profuse thankyous  and I was free to go shopping.
  I told RC what I had done on the phone and he said,between laughs, that I was a very bad person. When RC got in from work that evening,he found a package addressed to me,in the porch. It was from the passport office, but I couldn't bear to open it and carried on getting tea ready. Later I did open it and found my new passport. It had only been two days since my interview, not 7-10 days I had been told to wait, just to hear about it. We were full of praise for the post office, getting it here so quick. The next morning the real package arrived, certificates for my daughter from college, when we looked at the passport envelope it showed it had come by courier not post office.
 Feeling rather sheepish but very happy to have a passport, I went to the travel agents with RC Saturday morning and booked our honeymoon. I am a bit shell shocked. I am going to Malta! I went into the clothing store next door straight after and bought a couple of things for the trip, to make it a little more real. I have terrible butterflies now whenever I think of it. My OCD will come to the forefront now as I obsess over every detail to make our trip and the kids stay at home run as smooth as possible.
 Bad mother guilt is already making me nervous. We have never left these kids with anyone before,apart from when I was giving birth, when my parents or sister watched them for a couple of hours. Arthur keeps telling me how he doesn't even live at home anymore and is more than capable of coping. RC's mum comes in every day and his little brother is five minutes away if needed, Ira keeps telling me how his friend's parents do this all the time and he thinks we should go. Cicely sees it as an opportunity to see what running a house is like, as the thought of growing up and moving out scares her a bit. The thought of never moving out scares her more!
 So roll on summer. RC is very excited about our holiday and has a long list of sightseeing trips already compiled. Sunday was a much more relaxing day, especially for RC who didn't appear until late morning and spent the day in PJ's writing the great Maltese Zombie horror. Whilst I,having finished the house work and in between dog walks, watched numerous episodes of Trueblood. I'm not sure RC is very impressed with my dvds, he kept peering over the top of his laptop as we sat on the sofa together and enjoyed some of the blacker humour but mostly was absorbed in turning Malta into slaughter central. What a strange couple we are.
 

12 comments:

  1. AHA! You passed, congratulations on your new passport! And just in time for your next-day travels with the bad hip and all... Actually, that is pretty exceptional postal service you have.
    Zombies and vampires - Malta had better rest up!

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    1. I'm wondering if I should read any of RC's novel before we go to Malta, otherwise we will spend half our time identifying good strongholds and potential weapons on our walks.

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  2. You're overdo for a vaca. They'll be fine ;)

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    1. The kids seem to be looking forward to showing us how well they can manage without us. Arthur is already planning to Skype us with a view of my kitchen in complete disarray for a laugh. He told me they wouldn't have to wash the dishes for days if they worked through all the normal plates and then went on to the Christmas crockery and maybe then the good china. I bet they keep it really clean really. They can all cook, so they won't starve.

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  3. Congrats on proving who you are! And how nice that you were able to find out so quickly that they believed you!
    This trip is much deserved, so enjoy it! Your "kids" will be just fine. They want this for you as much as you do, I'm sure.
    Enjoy the planning, the shopping, and the preparation. It can be as fun as taking the trip itself!

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    1. I think I will be writing a reference book, "What to do if....", for the kids before we leave. I have so much to organize now as we also plan to take the kids camping when we get back from Malta. I think I better go and buy a block of new notepads for all the lists I need to compile.

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  4. Glad to hear that you are finally the proud owner of a passport and can commence with the honeymooning. I always obsess before leaving the house for any length of time too. But once I am out the door and on my way to wherever it is we're going, I can completely relax. I hope this ends up to be true for you too.

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    1. I sometimes feel that even though our obsessing over every detail can be annoying to others, it is the reason that trips are usually more enjoyable, as very little is ever overlooked or left behind. RC always says that my practicality is one of my best traits as it makes me better prepared than most people and able to improvise. I feel if I prepare for every eventuality short of a zombie apocalypse for the honeymoon and for the kids at home that I will be able to relax and anything that comes up will wait until we get home.

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  5. Glad you were able to sort through all those headaches to get your papers. Would hate to see you deported or arrested. I am sure it will add more to the whole Malta adventure.

    Don't worry about the kids - they will do just fine. You've done a great job of raising them and giving them a solid foundation. Being alone for a short time will only make them appreciate you even more.

    And we want more of the Malta zombie saga.

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  6. I can see the Malta trip turning into research for book 2 of a whole series of zombie stories.

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