3 months into my new life I decided that a week away from it all was in order, so I headed off to the South of France for some late Summer sunshine and relaxation in an area that I’ve always wanted to visit. The holiday was perfect and gave me chance to reflect on a significant few months. The main conclusion I came to was that I need to put a bit more effort into getting to know people in the village and making the most of the village pub. As well as spending lots of time away working I was spending a few too many nights sat on my sofa in my pants listening to music and drinking whisky.
Anyway, as I got off the last boat trip of the week thinking about heading home I see a message from my Mum. My Dad’s OK, relatively, but he’s been knocked off his pushbike from behind by a bloke in a van. The irony of a 78 year-old bloke with severely impaired vision being knocked off his bike by a bloke in a van who didn’t bother to use his perfectly functioning eyes. After a few days in hospital and an operation to patch up various skin wounds, he’s back at home feeling beaten up and getting used to his crutches. He is an inspiration in the way he approaches life’s setbacks but he’s also learnt to ask for help when he needs it, so I’ll be heading over regularly to keep him company and sort out a few jobs for him. I’m glad he doesn’t trust me to do any DIY, so it’s likely to be stuff like cutting the grass and moving stuff around.
Then I get a call from the ex. The dog was taken to the vets with a foot problem and has had to have part of her paw removed and will be recovering for a few weeks and can I help out by looking after her when there’s no-one at home. Of course this came with a request for money to help towards the vet’s bill.
Then she dropped the bombshell that my mate from next door at the old house passed away last week. He was a few years younger than me and one of the neighbours I got on with. It’s hit the whole street really badly as he was a top bloke.
So, my quest to slow down and spend more time at home has been thwarted for now and I’ve been reminded that it’s not possible to plan ahead with any certainty as life will throw some shit at you as soon as you think you have the answer.
I’m very happy to be heading over to help my Dad out today and talk bollocks with him for a few hours with the cricket on the radio in the background. From what the paramedics said, they were expecting a different outcome altogether when they arrived at the scene.
Next week I’m off to start mediation with the ex, so I’m bracing myself for a confusing, expensive, demoralising, expensive, frustrating, expensive, infuriating experience. I may need moral support over the next few weeks!