Sadly holidays do not go on forever. We're now back in good ole Blighty. Weather is fine and sunny here and I've been told that the weather in Calis has gone from being glorious to being mighty hot, so we left at the right time, I s'pose. Now I'm looking for flights in late September, early October; don't think I can wait a whole year before my next Calis Beach fix. OH never feels the same way though, much as he loves the holiday while it happens. His reaction is always: 'but it's only 3 months since our last visit'. I'm wondering how I can change this. . .
In the meantime, back to the blog- it's an ongoing saga. . .
LATE FEBRUARY 2010 London
BLOG 21: Home again
We’re in our kitchen at home. I’ve dumped my case in the hall (only one small piece of hand luggage) and OH is making me a cuppa. I begin my tale and check his expression to make sure he’s taking it all in. Finally, incredulously, he says “you mean, it hasn’t even been started yet?” I heave a sigh – “That’s right, but now we’ve settled all these other things, they’ll be starting soon – maybe today!”
Only after I’ve gone through everything a second time does he say, “why didn’t you tell me all this when I phoned?” and I say the truth: in view of his health and tendency to worry, I thought it best to see how things played out first – and hey, haven’t things turned out for the better?
“But,” he says, “will they really be able to finish it on time?” This gives me the opportunity to remind him of the penalty clauses I put into the contract. “So, if by any chance, it isn’t finished by the end of June, they’ll put us up in a similar villa free of charge – and if we have to make another journey to ok things before final snagging and payment, they’ll pay for our trip. It’s all in the new contract.” I don’t feel like poring over the revised contract right now. Actually, I feel like celebrating. We’ll have a beautiful villa, closer to the sea – and a wonderful holiday in just a few months time! Forget the cuppa – isn’t there something a bit stronger? Oh, well – too early in the morning, so how can we celebrate? I want him to join with me in seeing the positives but despite my upbeat discourse, he’s still looking grim.
“What’s the matter” I ask, “don’t you trust them?” He says that remains to be seen, after we see progress via photos. What is it then? Something’s up; I know my OH too well.
“Let’s sit down. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking while you’ve been away—“ Oh, dear, doesn’t sound good. Not that OH is incapable of thinking a lot, of course (he may eventually read this!) “And there’s something I didn’t tell you. . .”
Seems like we’re both playing the same game, not wanting to worry each other, but I’m sure as hell worried now. We sit down and he reaches for my hand (OMG what’s coming?)
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. . . to be continued . . .usually posted on Thursday
