Have I told you about the best Christmas ever?
Trip Start Nov 27, 2009
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Laura's folks' place
It all happened last year. Laura and I had been apart for two months. I was in London living with an old person which naturally involves helping with some of the things that become difficult when a person gets old. Laura was living with spinal injuries clients and helping her clients with everything, that is anything that requires movement.
Laura’s job was more skilled, took more of her time and required training. Unfairly, my pay was a third more than hers.
Our parents worried that in time off we were not together in November. Laura had a cold and had already had to cancel one contract. We wanted to avoid passing on bugs as that would mean me not working too. Also we have the most expensive rail system in the world and the transport would have negated several days’ pay! So I painted Mum’s porch in less than ideal conditions, leaving an interesting patination on the window sill where sleet had pocked the wet wood stain and Laura rested with her folks. Christmas was to be our reunion a month later.
We had the choice of two properties for Christmas as my Mum and Laura’s parents had both offered us their homes to use whilst they were away. Cost and ease of transport meant we elected for Somerset, Laura’s family home. Not being entirely mercenary about money, this decision was also swayed by a log fire, use of a car, a TV to watch the Queen’s speech, a dog and family members in the locality; not necessarily in that order.
Christmas for us was just for us and it was wonderful. I didn’t even mind the nauseating bus journey to avoid the extortionate train fare. On Christmas morning we walked the dog, swapping Christmas greetings and cheer with others on the traditional appetite stimulating exercise. Later we had a fabulous roast pork meal (what do you call a meal at 4pm? High tea?). Laura can share the secret of the most amazing pork crackling which is a family-not-so-secret. We visited relatives on boxing day, catching up with nephews, aunts, uncles and siblings and in-laws. And we didn’t exchange presents beyond a bucket of limes and a bottle of Havana Club rum. Having a few days together was… I can’t allow myself to use the cheesetastic line… oh go on… was the best Christmas present.
So now we are both engaged in employment in different parts of the country. Oops, sorry Wales, different countries. We are saving our pennies and the more we have in the bank the better! And then in April we head out to France to work in the sun on a very exciting project, we hope, and be together again.