Sometimes it’s easier to say what you mean and other times it’s more eloquent to write it. I vlogged it today, which is the beauty of an integrated multi-media experience. Obviously, it means that pre-vlogging I had to wash and apply make up to mask troll like status. I was expecting to be a weepy, dramatic mess of smeared mascara, and Kate Bush like woeful lamenting, but The Grenade, very surprisingly, walked into to school and didn’t so much as want to give me a kiss goodbye. I have, in the most stoical of British military spouse tradition, been burying my head in the sand and giving the day of reckoning a damn good ignoring. I had talked the The Grenade about it, and he said that he was a bit frightened of the housemaster. I had no problem with this as I thought the bloke might have a fighting chance of getting my special little nightmare to toe the line, especially with this fear instilled within him, and so, saw this as no bad thing. On the whole though he didn’t seem overly concerned. When we got back from Frenchest France on Saturday, one of the neighbour’s sons had just left to go to boarding school and his sister is going next year. The head boy in his dorm he’s known since he was 3 years old, and he has always admired him in that adoration of older boys, who fight better, fart louder sort of way. The beauty of living amongst the community is that this is the norm so he doesn’t see it as a big deal.
It’s early doors and I am sure that it’s the beginning of a journey which will be a rollercoaster, but as I said as I vlogged one off, with all the disruption at home, being distracted at school and focusing his attention on mastering the written word is the most important thing. This is his best chance and I do eventually want him to leave home, educated and financially independent, because as Bank of Parents go, we are more representative of the current Bank of Scotland, when it comes to cashflow.
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It’s good to be back. I missed y’all. The Grenade’s at school, The Menace is back at nursery, Hagar’s at work and me I am back, rested and raring to go. I have had a quick email chat with Annie Jones, the author of Gumboots and Pearls and she’s going to pop over to my quarters and I am going to have a chat to her about life on the domestic frontline back in those black and white days. Of course, this means that I am now going to have to read the bloody book as well.
Vegimite Vix has been running this fabulous meme called Tribal Wives and I would love to hear from an army wife and navy wife to see if you want to write a tribal wives peice from an army and navy wife perspective. I have got the RAF covered, but I think as culturally the three services are so different, we need to do it from the tribal wives of all three. Please leave me a comment if you would like to get onboard or email me at: email@example.com
It’s going to be an autumn packed full of tales from the domestic frontline. The work up to war has begun……..and I am going to do what we millies do best, bury my head deep down in the sand, open the wine and give it a damn good ignoring. Keep calm and carry on!