Home Alone

The missus has gone away for the week on a camping trip with her Year 9 class (she's a teacher rather than a pupil).

Experienced the usual feelings of looking forward to her going so I could have the place to myself and be done with the last minute packing and shopping followed by the equally familiar feeling of loss as soon as the plane leaves the runway.

Not quite sure what that means but it doesn't seem too bad at first glance.

Anyway, I've got a growing list of jobs totalling seven so far and hope to be a beacon of achievement over the coming days as there are only 18 more cheese-days until I leave.

I'm really looking forward to (a) stopping work, (b) leaving the island, (c) seeing friends and family, (d) having fun.

That's not to say that fun is a wholly alien concept, I had fun last night when we went out for a meal with Drew and Beck our most excellent neighbours. Roast quail followed by a fish platter featuring oysters, crayfish, prawns and some white fish. It was fun but it would be nice to be anonymous again for a while, go to a restaurant without meeting loads of people you know, go to the shops without chatting to a dozen people before you've got half way around.

I acknowledge that it is also a good thing but as I say with cheese related work, change is good. It may not mean that the thing your changing too is any better than that which you've come from but it sho is good to do something different.