Nine weeks ago I was sitting in Southampton airport at the end of my summer holiday in England and thinking about what I had to do over the following weeks: There didn't seem to be too much although I knew that I'd have to start thinking about the breakfast project that I was involved with in the school and probably work out how I was going to develop a better relationship with the staff on the ward at the hospital. It was pretty much imagining ways of how I would fill my time and, as always on leaving England, I promised myself that I'd work a bit harder on my German and stop coasting along with what I could get away with. It's probably a bit fanciful to say that I was asking myself if this was the pattern for the next however many years until Johnny's retirement but it did feel difficult leaving England that day and I wasn't really looking forward to coming home.
And then Johnny got a phonecall and we said 'yeah, okay, let's go to Athens for five years'. If there is a competition anywhere for mad responses to a midlife crisis then it's possible we're going to be in with a chance of winning it but we plan to have some fun along the way.
Oh, and talk about fortune smiling on the foolish or whatever it does – Johnny gave his required three months notice to the company about ten days ago and they decided that if Johnny could over react to his midlife crisis, they were just as capable of joining in; they asked him to leave the following day because he's going to a competitor, but of course they have to continue to pay him. Until Xmas. Personally, I think they owe us a lot more than a three month paid holiday but I'm happy enough with this for the time being.
Evidently on the day J left the big boys held a crisis meeting in the lab and asked J's team if they were happy and how could things be improved. When I heard that I laughed so hard I almost burst a blood vessel. Stable doors, Nero fiddling or insert any other cliche that takes your fancy.