Well, that was a different weekend to what I had planned! as you might have gathered from my previous post, at 4.30pm on Friday I got a text that Mr H was on his way home - and he had only decided to come two hours previous to that - a real spur of the moment visit.
He says he drove the 450 miles to see me, but I know the truth - it was actually to see Django ;-) Anyways it put all my plans of spending the weekend studying out of the window, but after the emergency washing up on Friday I did manage to get some reading done before he arrived.
We had a lovely homey weekend of dog-walking, veg patch digging, visiting parents and just chilling together. It certainly got rid of the gloomy mood I'd fallen into - it was going to be 8 weeks between seeing each other and that was just proving too long.
Four weeks is definitely the optimal gap. Two weeks is too often because there is no settling down time. More than 4 or 5 is too long and missing them desperately sets in. Just the day and a half he was here this time was enough to top up the batteries.
After he'd gone I went to the garden centre to investigate vegetables as it's time to be planting seeds. So now I have some sown outside, and some indoors. My kitchen table has been moved around to create an indoor greenhouse space. The four 'sticks' are not vegetables, they are wiggly willow cuttings.
We do have a greenhouse, a very small one 6x4 - but it's full of stuff and in dire need of a sort out. A job for another fine weekend!
This evening I phoned my brother-in-law and his wife (what does that make her, a sister-in-law-in-law?) to tell them that I'm not going to The Family Wedding in two weeks time. Oh, he says, haven't you heard the date has changed now? What a shambles, first it's rushed through because of visas expiring and now it's been put off because of some other legal hiccup. For heaven's sake - well whenever it is, I can't come.
Anyway I ended up having a long chat which was good, I'm looking forward to being able to drive 2 1/2 hours comfortably so I can go and visit them, and my sister too.
On the Scottish front, I don't think I told you that after Mr H's interview he decided that the new job would be too big a step this soon, and that he didn't feel remotely ready. So he was pretty relieved when he didn't get it, and so was I because I'd been kind of thinking the same thing. Not that ambition to get on isn't good, but it isn't everything. So all that has settled down and he can throw himself into his current job and get more experience until the right opportunity comes up.
My boss asked me the other day whether I was thinking of moving to Scotland one day. He's another Scotland lover but he said he knew exactly what I meant, and felt exactly the same, when I said 'Not at the moment, we both like it down here too much'.
If anyone asked me, right now, that favourite interview question "Where do you see yourself in five years time?" I really don't think I could give a definitive answer.