Married 12 years

Just read a blog I wrote after being married for 3 years – I called it ‘First thoughts, married 3 years’. So when it came to working on a title for this blog, I veered away from ‘Second thoughts, married 12 years’ – funny how that has a completely different meaning. No second thoughts here (poor husbant).

So, in the vein of Gary Neville’s recent interview, we are having a mini-retirement weekend away in Montpellier, aka a weekend break. While we were booked on a speedy boarding ticket, it probably was the slowest boarding we have experienced. So slow that by the time we got on the plane, everyone else seemed to have boarded already so our trolley cases had to put miles away from our seats. That was the only downside. With the new rules on adding 30 minutes to expected flight times, and despite leaving 20 minutes late, we arrived 10 minutes early. Check my maths. It’s magic.

We arrived late in the evening, so stumbled around the area near our airbnb apartment — I wanted a glass of red, husbant wanted a hot chocolate so we compromised on a beer.

Am writing this as the usual ironing is being done – husbant irons everything before packing it and then irons it again when he arrives. We have already been out for le petit dejeuner – I sneaked out early to go to the bakery that won best bakery in France on a French TV show, called Dreams and Bread (better in French des rêves et du pain). Wanted to buy one of everything but it was only 8am and so I just bought 3 croissants (one for me).

Stupidly (actually not stupidly because I ummed and ahhhed a while before I left a deeply sleeping husbant), I didn’t bring the keys with me. The main idea was that husbant would wake up, find me gone, check his phone, pop out to buy L’equipe by which time i would be back with the croissant and some milk for the tea/coffee. Dreams and their realities.

We ended up meeting on the square and having a lovely coffee and croissant.

The ironing is done and we need to go to the market. More to follow…!