Maybe we're going maybe we're not. It really was touch and go for what felt like a long week. Amanda flew on the Sunday after a very tearful day leaving the three men to kick their heels in what was left of our home. It was starting to feel like someone elses' house, that we had decided to squat in for a few days while we panic over whether or not we will get our visas'. We finally get the all clear from the Indian high commision but still have one last cry-fest to overcome, Amanda's mum. I had a feeling it would be the worst goodbye yet and I wasn't dissapointed! With "B" in competition with Raf to see who could be most upset we said our last goodbye (Brief Encounter style on Northampton station platform1) and headed for the stay home dads' last bastion of sanity, the pub!!
Well obviously I had to let Rafa say goodbye to his best mate from nursery. The fact his mum is a writer and hence always looking for excuses why she hasn't met her deadline and that she loves a bevvy was not even in my thought process. Honest! We tried to have a civilised couple of hours "adult time" (something I am finding is essential for sanity) but ended up having conversation along the lines of this:
"so, how is the new book coming alon-Rafa stop shouting-g?"
"Not bad, the writer's block seems to have gone, how are you getting on with the bl-Ferg please be quiet for 1 minute-og?"
"really well, I am finding it quite cathar-Raf get off before you break it-tic"
After a lot of bad looks and a verbal warning from behind the bar we realised enough was enough and knowing my drinking pal spent a large amount of time in there necking with her new fella decided to head back to the squat before we were banned. Another 47 trips to the loft with boxes of crap later I was finally ready for my last sleep at what had been a very happy house.
Thursday 14th May. My last day in my old world! I really want to say that I am terrified of what lies ahead and that I wish I wasn't becoming the "house husband" but at this moment I am starting to allow myself to think selfish thoughts. Selfish thoughts about the wonderful times I have to come with my beautiful family. Selfish thoughts about new opportunities for me. Selfish thoughts about my undying love for India and its' beautiful people. Selfish thoughts about that first Kingfisher and palak paneer on Parhar Ganj. Get ready Delhi I am coming home.
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