Jan 1st 2018 Wore no make up all day – almost unheard of occurrence. Consumed no alcohol ditto above.
Full Moon.
Infant of House scared by this and requested to sleep in our bedroom on floor with cushions. Permission granted
Took Ewe Lamb to the Station today for grim return to London and work Bright, sunny, cold day. Ewe Lamb plans to exit situation in Spring “When I have hopefully received a bonus” Loves job but says “Team is Toxic”. God, what a worry.
Bluest of blue skies.
Extraordinarily tender scenes of parting and other affectionate moments on Plat 2
Train delayed by 8 mins so plenty of time for all to say goodbye and then… re say goodbye and for those who had dropped off the soon to be departeds to get twitchy, begin to fiddle with bunches of car keys and glance nervously towards the 20 Min wait only bays. Er… is everyone SURE there are no traffic wardens on bank holiday.?
There was much kissing, hugging and back slapping and whole platform packed. Felt sad that holiday – eagerly awaited for so long – now over with a clunk.
Had pang that had not done enough with Ewe Lamb, Intended to take him on Ferry in Dartmouth, to Rockfish, on tour of naval dockyards in Devonport. Lots of interesting plans… that did not quite come off. Hmmm Nothing. Weather too beastly, relentless drizzle and a surfeit of other guests to be entertained.
When train grumbled in in one girl emerged from a carriage having seen someone to their seat, with distressed, mascara-streaked face and leaned over the tall, rubbish bin lined with see-through polythene on the platform and was copiously sick. She remained bent over it for a long time. There was a delay in train setting off. A lot of “get behind the yellow line please!” and the “Despatch team” hanging about banging doors and waving their white ping pong bats.
Even when the whistle blew several times nothing happened. I tried to spot Ewe Lamb in Coach D from behind the yellow line, but the carriage windows too tinted.
When the train eventually began to pull out several of us waved vaguely at loved ones we could not see, but knew were within and smiled into the darkened glass. Bet Ewe Lamb already had his noise cancelling headphones on and was reading from his tablet.
I returned to car park with a somewhat dejected step and ran into “The Boss” who drives School Bus. I see him every day in term time and realized I had never seen him out of said vehicle before, only speaking cheerily to me from within, bluetooth earpiece jammed in his ear. Out of the bus he is very tall. Not sure why this was so surprising. He had a very busy Christmas hols he said culminating in a “manic” New Years Eve. Good for business I supposed. “Except that one person who booked a cab last night did not turn up”. Both of us rolled eyes. Next year, he will be asking for payment in advance.
At home, began huge tidy up. New Year’s eve clothes spread everywhere in the bedroom. False eyelashes left like huge, feathery insects on side of bath. Backs to sets of earrings lost .. Grrr! Hung things up and put away black Gossard Wonderbra – Maximum cleavage impact – for another year. That and black, leather trousers oh, and authentic, vintage Carnaby St.studded punk belt.
Made banana bread. Taught youngest river sprite (Child of House) to machine a seam with my mini sewing machine. Reached for make up off wipes as ever…only no make up. How strange.
Tomorrow – back to grindstone. Ugh!.
The River Files 