Life never gets any quieter though, does it. The last few weeks since the adventure haven’t got any quieter though, life is constantly manic it seems. Hurrah though now have return of the Affidavit of Deemed Service, seems the judge also believes my husband did receive the demand, so yesterday signed yet another affidavit and at last a real petition for divorce, and whizzed it off to London….just have to wait now! Might actually have a divorce as my 40th birthday present, not before time!
Waking up in the cold grey light of a February morning in Birmingham. Grabbed breakfast and off we went to Morecambe. Crawled back in at about 11am, then I went off to AD’s to pick up M______, the cause of this pilgrimage. Don’t you just love children. ‘Hello Mummy’ it says ‘I’m happy you’re back but I don’t want to go home now as I’m playing with Boogyboo and we’re making wands’. Great. I have missed the little…darling, and all she wants is for me to go away!
He was getting more and more greenish by the minute…….then ran. The hour and a half trip became a symphony of running up and down between the deck and the loo……When we finally got off at Dover, we then had the joy of being stopped by customs (for the third time this trip………). I have never ever been stopped before (except for on emabarrasssing strip-search incident at Manchester in the late 80s, but I blame that one on the person with whom I was travelling), but Mr A says this happens to him all the time, apparently.
Apologies Sorry for the halting nature of this narrative…….my bane-of-my-life PC is again ailing and in PC hospital as we speak….yes, the one that went wrong just out of guarantee, had shower gel poured in it, required a total rebuild including new motherboard and processor, and is STILL going wrong………………..aaaagh.
Fit the fifth..in which the Bakewell Tart may become evident…….
We eventually went back to the hotel and fell asleep, interrupted by phone calls from our friends and family, AD and D among others, until I took pity on Mr A and we headed off to the Leclerc cafeteria as he was again ‘fading away’………
I promise that I will get around to the Bakewell Tart eventually……..
La la la, where was I…yep, in the bath draining the contents of the minibar……good place to be and getting more nervous by the minute….took ages to drift off into a fitful sleep until I was awakened by the 6am alarm call…….. Mainline coffee for a while, then to the preparartions. Heck, I’m a goth, and this is the most important performance of my life. Secondly as ex husband in a suit usually wriggles around and bears more of a resemblance to the defendant than anything, always better to unnerve him.
So we went back and made ourselves look halfway decent and then actually went for a nice meal in a restaurant…which is where Mr A began his problematic relationship with French food. It was quite a pretentious little resto on the bay, they were just about to patronise us on the way in when they realised I was speaking French…..but we did get sideways looks from all the BCBGs Parisiens at the tables around…… (just because we were dodgy looking English goths…)
This is going to have to be in chapters, as there’s quite a lot to say really……………It has been an interesting couple of weeks to say the least.
Off to France to face the music. We have to leave today to get there in time……Any spare protection spells going would be appreciated! It’s nervewracking, but at the same time, will be good to get it finally over and done with.
