On Tuesday it was time to take the lovely Veronica back to Gatwick for her 12.15 BA flight and thank goodness BA staff weren’t playing up - all on time.
I was a mixture of sadness that our time had ended and happiness at the same time if that makes any sense? In as much as I love to have guests here and she was great fun to have around the house, (I was on teenage watch all week ) but it’s also nice to get back to normal isn’t it?
That’s a lovely time to fly as it allowed us all to get up, have breakfast, wash and dress without running around the house in a dreadful rush.
We set off early and made fabulous progress as the roads weren’t busy.
I accompanied her into the airport, we checked her in, dropped her bag off and walked to passport control.
Our goodbyes were big strong hugs, laughter and Bessie cried as she saw Veronica disappear in the distance not quite sure of where ‘Echy’ was going but not liking the fact that she was leaving.
A nice easy journey back home in time to get the girls lunch on without them getting fretful and as I was getting the girls out of the car my lovely next-door neighbour Richard came over.
‘Have you got your keys?’
‘Er?’ Keys, should be in my bag. ‘Yes I think so’ (what was this all about?)
‘Only you left this morning with all your doors open.’
‘Doors? Which doors?’ I was very slow cottoning on….
‘Your front doors, Anita (neighbour on the other side) saw Monty (her cat) entering the house and had to get him out. She tried calling you and got no answer so she asked me to check.’
‘I did what? Left both the porch and the front doorwide open???’ ‘What the hell was I thinking’ ‘How did that happen?’
Oh My God!!! The enormity of what I had done crashed home.
‘Eh, we all do it,’ came Richard’s supportive reply. (I have never ever done that before and can’t think of anyone off the top of my head who has) ‘Only I had a good look to make sure there was nothing untoward and had to shut the door as we were all out this morning. I was worried that you’d forgotten your keys.’
I remembered then, emptying the boot of the car to make room for Veronica’s rucksack and obviously eager to get on I jumped in the car, and drove off leaving our brand new house open to any Tom, Dick or Harry who wished to have a peak and maybe help themselves to our possessions. Well Monty tried didn’t he?
‘What a prize idiot!’ And thank God once again for good neighbours.
Have you ever done something similar that was totally insane?