"That'll be nice dear"

Monday 24th August 2015

"that'll be nice dear". That was it.

No drama. No tears. Nothing. We had just told my mum we were emigrating, not going to the seaside for a picnic. But no reaction at all. Maybe she had not understood us correctly? But she had. We had practised how to break the news to my family, how to cause the least amount of concern / heartbreak / derision but we may as well have announced the price of petrol had gone down again.

How often in life the planning, agonising over and dread of an impending moment consumes our every thought but passes and leaves us unscathed. If you can do something about a situation what's the point of worrying about it? If you can't do anything about it what's the point in worrying?

So that milestone of our preparation has passed and we survived.

Tomorrow Ivan the Iveco goes to the doctors for a full health check and some new tyres. He will get a thorough cleaning inside and out and be introduced to Tatiana the TNT mug. I will get some photo's of their first date on the blog tomorrow.