So we have all survived the first week and as you can see from the video The Grenade is not too traumatised by the experience. As if he would be – it’s an awesome school and it’s a privilege for him to attend it. Hagar and I are thankful every second of everyday of the opportunity this gives him to progress. The Mormons say ‘show me the boy at 7 years old and I’ll show you the man.’ These formative years are critical to his evolution and Hagar and I will do whatever we can to give him the best chance possible for his future.
What I hadn’t factored into the experience was how I would feel. I had been so focused on how to protect him as much as possible that I hadn’t even considered the impact that it would have on me. Part of this was exacerbated by the fact that I wasn’t able to have any access to him. I couldn’t connect with him. We have been separated before but I have always been able to Skype him or phone him. Usually the separation occurs because I am working so occupied. It was weird to be at home, not busy and not have him at home. The silence was deafening. The first night he was at school, I pined and fretted – unsure and uncertain of how he was coping and utterly disconnected. In fact I had a nightmare that night, which was the first one I had experienced in a very long time. But then the morning came and I had an email reassuring me that all was well and I could relax a little. It’s the hormones and emotions isn’t it? They are drugs coarsing around the body, spinning out of control, fighting and overpowering the rational self.
And relax because so far so good and onwards and upwards. Rest assured we know and appreciate how lucky we are and are incredibly thankful for it.
On a brighter note two wifely functions of the community variety are pending. First, is Diva’s Dine In, which is a wife only meal in the officers mess for other officers wives to mingle. This is an RAF affair. It used to be called Ladies Supper Night; but about 5 years ago, I felt that it was a bit dull and stuffy, so I re-branded it Diva’s Dine In, and so forth it was called. The other is ‘Drinks & Dips’, which is a patch affair. Now, as we are living in overflow quarters, we live amongst a mixed community, and by mixed I mean, Army, Navy and RAF. I don’t think it is truly appreciated how the three service are culturally different but I am hoping to coerce some other wives in to join in the tribal wives meme and then we can reveal all. I shall be bringing you blogs hot off the press from both of these little functionettes.
In October, I am hosting ‘Drinks & Dips’ and I am so excited because Catherine Jones, AKA Annie Jones, AKA Kate Lace AKA the author of ‘Gumboots and Pearls’ is coming over as guest of honour. Then the next morning we are heading over to BBC Radio Surrey to speak to Nick Wallis who introduced me to her famous book in the first place. Speaking to Catherine today on the ‘dog n bone’, she assures me that it’s only 30,000 words and I’ll be able to read it in a whole bathtime. We are even talking about collaborating on an updated version. Although I am an RAF wife and she was an army wife, and to be honest all the services are very different, and the men hunt for all together different kind of gal, but I am sure we’ll be able to map something out that is easy to devour. Watch this space from the latest news from the domestic frontline as the craziness unfolds! Hagar is good as gone but I am soldiering on! Thankfully, he leaves me in control of the finances. Mwah ha ha ha!!