Since the finger incident, things have improved somewhat chez Stick. Whether this is a reaction to my rage or due to Blue’s utter shame at seeing my bent blue digit, I don’t know. Maybe he is just bored of being violent.
We have had ridiculous amounts of therapeutic input this week, which must have helped a bit?! Twice at Family Futures, one NVR training session and a review at CAMHS… And we have had cricket, tennis and friends round, which always helps. Somewhere in between there is time for a few hours work and school. All ticking along nicely.
I wrote the next bit in bed, in Greece, the night before the fantabulous wedding of Mr & Mrs Carter, at which the Wave was to be bestest man and was therefore not with me or the children a lot of the time.
In lovely Afitos, Halkidiki and enjoying the sensation of writing in pencil for a change. No computer. No phone signal. Still slight jet lag from the ridiculously early start and have been horribly grumpy for most of the day but all was assuaged around 7pm when the children and I stumbled upon a children’s international folk dance festival in the town square whilst out on the hunt for water and snacks: tightly drilled Ukranians with flower headdresses for the girls and comic-aside knee-jerk moves in blue puffy satin drawers for the boys; red and golden smiley Turkish line dancers from Bursa and a strange drone accompanying about 7 gloomy looking children dressed in black strappy aprons and brightly flowered underskirts – from Istanbul, apparently. The Greek children pranced about merrily in yellow miniskirts and and more hair flowers to big cheers. Things got even better when we met up with soon-to-become Mr & Mrs Carter and most of the British contingent at the wedding for a fantastic fish supper on the cliffs overlooking the most beautiful turquoise rimmed bay and smoky blue mountains beyond. Spectakolousis. The misery that had preceded it was suddenly not worth worrying or writing about. Love is most certainly in the air.
The wedding next day was a beautiful simple affair, conducted by friends (including the Wave and the Dood), on the beach looking out to sea. Hot sun, Pimms, meringues, a lot of Brazilian chill, Wham and Get Lucky, great mounds of green and red salad, spicy cream cheese, olives, sky lanterns, drunken folly (not me, for once), a whole pile of polaroids with Blue responsible for The Photo of the Day and the inevitable family dispute rearing its ugly head to only-slightly mar a perfectly sublime occasion, filled with truly delightful people. May they all, and Mr & Mrs Carter in particular, live happily ever after.