Been a busy few days so I will take the opportunity to blog now before life overtakes me again. Caught up with Vestry meetings, daughter of mine coming down with tonsillitis and possible glandular Fever when she was supposed to be going back to Boarding School, husband disappearing back to work and the needs of my little flock calling.
Not least it has been TV event-filled Bank Holiday weekend. What with the glories of the Royal Wedding to the vainglory of Bin Laden’s execution and resulting tirades across the globe, it is difficult to draw one’s eyes away from BBC news in case the world changes in a heartbeat, yet again. However, it was very thoughtful of the American President to let us recover from the wonderful Royal Wedding before giving permission for his storm troopers to do their worst. Never let it be said that the American people are not a thoughtful and considerate nation.
So on to today’s joy of elections, referendums and mayoral votes (in England). Is there anyone out there remotely interested in any of this at the moment? We voted at the beginning of the month through postal votes. I never know where I am going to be on voting day. And, my hubby, being in Lossiemouth, didn’t want to miss an oppourtunity to exercise his democratic right to vote Tory in the most anti-conservative nation on this planet, Scotland.
Nothing to comment on the AV referendum. However, I will be glad when all this silly nonsense about changing the system, that has worked for many years, is put to bed once and for all.
Okay enough with politics.
Maybe some words of advice instead would be in order for our new Royal Bride and RAF wifeee? As an RAF wifeee of nearly 18 years now I know a thing or two about the life.
1. HRH. Don’t whine, as I see you are doing already by the headline in the Sun, when they have to go away on detachment. You get the chance to go to bed when you like, watch Deadenders without the constant whine of ‘DO WE HAVE TO WATCH THIS NONSENSE?’ ringing in your ears. You can eat chocolate in bed without having to share AND you can have a sneaky glass or two of wine with your mates. Detachments are the reason that many Service family marriages last. Distance really does make the heart grow fonder and erases memories of annoying habbits.
2. When he does on away on Detachment, make sure you have the plumber’s, the electrician’s and a handy manny’s number on speed dial. The minute your Royal Prince steps off this country’s soil EVERYTHING in the house will blow up, stop or start smoking – guaranteed.
3. Email him a Bluey everyday. You may have a lot to occupy your mind but believe me they have nothing to think about but sexy underwear, the weather, their next meal and work. So give their poor under-stretched brains some information from home to satisfy them.
4. Do NOT attempt any kind of phone sex – the line to the Falklands is very shaky and you only have 30 mins every week to speak to him – so just don’t bother, not worth the effort or expense. (It is £1 a minute for the phone call and I know you are on a budget, shame about the Honeymoon). However, SKYPE on the other hand…
5. Send him parcels of food and books and fun things. BUT nothing electrical because this will end up being blown up at the bottom of the runway. My hubby nearly got a Blues Brothers alarm clock for Christmas but is now in bits over Port Stanley.
6. Don’t get yourself a new haircut – he will hate it and the rows won’t be worth it on his return. Been there, done that.
7. If a hedgehog strays into your garden at night while he is away and drives your dogs crazy, DO NOT CATAPULT THEM OVER NEXT DOORS FENCE WITH THE SNOW SHOVEL, especially if they have a greenhouse! Heaven-bound Hedgehogs are not a good idea for furthering neighbourly relations. He will only have to rebuild said greenhouse for the manny next door on his return.
8. Live your life. Laugh with all your heart when he is away but allow yourself to miss him. Remember why you loved him in the first place. But drinking two bottles of Asti on an empty stomach and getting out your wedding album (or DVD) and listening to ‘Everything I do I do it for you’ (or in your case ‘Your Song’) is NOT a good idea. Not least because of the hangover and the amount of tissues/chocolate/ice cream you get through.
9. Treat yourself – new bag, new shoes, new wardrobe full of new clothes etc. Why not? He is away and won’t be checking the bank statements for a while – internet connection is pants on the Falklands.
10. And finally, pray. Pray for his safe return. Pray for yourself and pray for all whose partners find their way back home in a box draped in the flag of the country that you will one day, God willing, rule as Queen. But don’t greet him at the Airbase, when he flies home, wearing only one of your fancy Burberry macs and the fabulous skin God gave you. The press are watching, sweetie.
Anything else? Oh yes, don’t put a boot in your window – it is the old RAF signal for detachment rules (your bloke is away and you are available for male company). Again, the press and your new Grandmother-in-law etc…
And remember, it is only for 10 weeks. Us mere mortals married to non-officers have to put up with 16 weeks and usually over Christmas.
Right, end of guide for the Princess and off to sort out my new website for the Church. 21st Century here we come.
(This blog is for Carol and Scoop, Jo and Dee – thinking of you all and hope this makes you smile to lighten the darkness – God be with you.)