So, the flat is packed up (thank you Rae), and its contents are now at Mum’s in Kent. I’m not sure she quite realised how taken over the garage and the small spare room would be, we just have to hope she doesn’t e-bay it all before we get back.Â
So we drove down from Battersea yesterday and at some point on the A21 south towards Tunbridge Wells, the words and sadly the tune (I blame your poor musical choices Dad) to ‘Leaving on a jet plane’ kept running through my head (an ear worm I think the Germans call it). Now the words really don’t make that much sense – ‘don’t know when I’ll be back again’ – well why not? Where on earth was he going? And if he hated to go that much he should just have cancelled the sodding ticket as far as I’m concerned.
Funnily enough, Alex got fairly sick of my external monologue pretty soon, so I kept the rest of the analysis of the song to myself – as it is we haven’t actually left yet, and I’d like him to still be talking to me at least till our second country.
So here’s to sumo, Hello Kitty and sleeping on futons that are bound to be too small for us, and to blog posts that will probably be quite thoughtful and considered from Alex, and just rambling nonsense from me. Feel free, dear reader, to skip to the interesting stuff, I’ll never know…
Ok, I just now got round to reading the blog. But “Leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again” is both predictive and realistic. His life was spent on planes touring (so he never knew when he’d be home) and of course there was that mountain he face planted his plane into…but obviously that was an lightweight experimental aircraft. Just goes to show that predictions aren’t always accurate.
Hope you guys are having oodles of fun. A shame you’re already out of Japan, I have now taken up Amigurumi and am loving my flying pigs and grim reapers.