Mum’s leaving… on a cruise ship
Mum left today, after three weeks in Dubai. It’s never easy, that day when your mum leaves, is it?
After spending every waking hour of the past three weeks with her at my side, I feel so bereft now she’s left. The house feels empty and I miss having her around (though she never believes me when I say that).
And, having visitors of any sort staying means you do more interesting things, too, doesn’t it – when someone’s paid £400 to fly here, they rarely want bad TV on the sofa every night, do they?
We didn’t do as much touristy stuff this year as we were busy preparing for DS’s 4th birthday party (25 kids at home anyone? Games, food, cakes, bouncy castle and party bags) as well a massive family wedding that involved days of commitments, but we still managed to visit Dubai Miracle Garden, go to the theatre, potter about Madinat Jumeirah and Souk Bahar, dine overlooking The Dubai Fountain, take a scenic desert drive, grab some bargains in Outlet Mall, get our nails done and enjoy several lazy lunches at the Els Club.
So today I’m in that strange zone where mum was here this morning, we had breakfast together, hung out together, then she was in the car, and then she was gone and suddenly, abruptly, it was just me and the kids in the car for the first time in ages.
As I write this, I can hear Gerlie upstairs already, stripping the guest bed and putting everything back in its place. Tomorrow, life will, strangely, be back to normal. (Sob.)
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