Merry Christmas.

I got a phone call at 8am this morning, and heard an unfamiliar voice, that of my youngest daughter. She said that she was at the airport and the plane to South Africa was leaving in 20 minutes. If I didn’t send her a picture of my passport pretty much immediately then she ( and then probably not her sister and mum and mother’s boyfriend ) wouldn’t be able to fly, as SA have a rule about kids entering the country without their parents’ consent ( it seems ).
I think that she thought there was a fair chance of me ‘ being awkward and making it not possible for them to go on holiday ‘ but of course that isn’t something I’d stoop to, despite ‘ the situation ‘.

Obviously I sent a picture of my passport, as soon as I’d told my Carer where to find it. I mean, seriously, what else was I going to do?!

I just want them to be happy, with or without me in their lives.

Had the situation been reversed…. we’ll let’s not go there I think.

4 thoughts on “Merry Christmas.

  1. As my dear Mum used to say “I don’t mind people shitting on me as long as they don’t come back and rub it in. Your ex Wife has certainly done that many times. Love Margaret x x

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