Tonight I start one of my two annual periods of bachelordom as my family take off to France for the summer. Tonight will therefore also be laden with surreal and completely irrational thoughts and dreams of car accidents and boats sinking and and and……well you get the picture…..I worry. And I’m ok with that.
But that isn’t the point. As so often happens, I’ve started talking about one thing when in fact I intended to talk about something else. I should become a politician, they seem to be good at that too. Anyway, last night I came home from work and well……. It won’t have passed the observant amongst you and those that have been hanging here for a while that I have OCD issues. And they kicked in big time.
My wife and I. We’re different. If it was me going away, I would have packed and unpacked at least three times. Tested the dimensions of the car boot and calibrated it against the maximum volume of all bags and baggage. We would have had three dry runs with the kids to see how quickly they could get their shoes on pick up their bags and get in the car. The car tyres would have been inflated, the TomTom would have been programmed and all major road works would have been identified and routes found to avoid them (with secondary routes also in place just in case the primary routes proved too popular with other freaks like me). And, and, and I most certainly would have had the number plates changed on the new car to have the little GB and EU swirly thing on. I mean who on earth would leave that to the last day……..
That would just be madness.
So I know life and love is all about difference, that opposites attract and all that. But sometimes, sometimes…..I mean! Sitting here writing about it the next day is sending my heart racing and bringing me out in cold sweats. Surely it’s not just me? I mean everyone drives their partner up the wall right?
On the plus side, I have ten days and a cupboard full of jars….and I’m telling you, those babies are all going to be pointing in the same direction by the time I’ve finished….