"I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be home again, but babe I've got to go, so kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go!"
Yes I have a dirty secret, I was a member of a folk group, singing John Denver and Nancy Griffiths numbers!
If you've been able to keep up with our blog posts (there are loads) you might be aware of the fact that I have been offered the opportunity to travel to visit our friends in Maine. Now this is a big deal because my eldest kiddie is nine, and in those nine years the longest I've been away from the kids is two nights and I've been with my husband for seventeen years and the longest we've been apart in that time is three nights! I've never been out of Europe, really I've never done anything alone! Also anyone who knows me knows I'm crap at "listening to my inner voice" ( must be hoarse, I don't think Ive ever heard it), so I've asked loads of people what I should do, I just find it difficult to make a decision that I see as selfish!
Today Mary, the lovely lady in the credit union issued my cheque, so it's decided I going to Maine for the first week in August, my two eldest kids are delighted, "will you get me a Red Sox jersey and oreos? Will you get me a really pretty dress?", my hubby thinks it's a great idea, "the whiskey is dirt cheap in duty free!" and he has our friends childminder to help him out for the time I'm away, but still I feel torn!
So tonight after a long day, second full day of the summer holidays, and I don't do change well, my mum phones, conveniently as I was gonna call her to see could i borrow a case (I only have tiny overnight stuff or huge family sized bags IE. two dead bodies would fit in there comfortably). Now I love my mum, but she is very very anal, she has never left the island of Ireland (I've always thought she'd be a shut in if it wasn't for the need to always have fresh bread in the house). So I was delighted to talk to her this evening, all excited after being to the book shop and buying a guide book to new England, (I'd called her yesterday to tell her i'd decided to go) so she MMMM's and AAAHH's her way through the conversation, asking me several times if i am alright, I say I'm grand, really excited about travelling.
"Oh Midge, I had a terrible dream last night", she begins, my soul drops down to my shoes, "I dreamt you were screaming and screaming, and then I woke up in a cold sweat and i know it's to do with you flying to America!" Thanks mam! Now I'm a nervous traveller but realistically I know I'm more at risk driving to the airport than flying above the clouds. So I had to justify my decision to fly to her. I came away feeling flattened and depressed. John Denver's leaving on a Jet plane running through my mind. I sat down to write this post and looked up John Denver on Google images for a picture, then there it is a Picture of John Denver and the script says dies in plane crash (I swear i had no idea he was even dead!) Is it a sign? Mum's dream and then John Denver?
I have no idea, but just in case before I fly I'll be sure to post an open letter to my family and friends! And if I die a fiery death you better rename the blog in my honour!