Last day – Didn't we have a lovely time!

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I have spent the last few days in a state of euphoria, tipsyness and with the odd tiny moment of impending doom. It's been an intoxicating mix. And now at last (insert fanfare) we arrive at The Last Day. But I am skipping ahead. A and I had our engagement/house warming/pre operation shindig on Sunday evening and despite two spats in the morning - one that saw A just get his keys and slam the door before heading off for "A Walk" to calm down - but eventually the house was tidied, food prepared and we were ready - or as ready as we were ever going to be! We live in a pretty tiny little cottage, that has a narrow but long garden in different sections, so I had begged and borrowed furniture from a few people and we had swept up and hung little lanterns and I made some bunting which we draped over the trees - it looked pretty cool. By half past five all the chairs were filled and people were still arriving - our little garden was groaning at the seams but everyone had a brilliant time. It was an evening filled with laughter and occasional tears, and I know that A was overcome with emotion at the end of the evening. We shut the door on our last guests just after 11, and then we both sat in the party aftermath in the garden, lit by flickering candles and drank a glass of wine together before wending our way to bed. Monday? In the day we did absolutely nothing. It was marvellous! I did have to do a little post party clear up but it only took about an hour and after that we laid on the sofa and watched West Wing and then snuggled up and had a doze. All too soon it was time to go out again, so we headed out to two of our closest friends who cooked a delicious allotment fresh dinner for us both and sprinkled us liberally with wine before we headed out to meet up with two other friends at the local quiz. We had a brilliant time. Probably aided by the amount of wine I consumed, but we came third (I am SO competitive, really, it's embarassing), and we didn't get home til almost midnight. Luckily we just made it before the bonging of the village clock turned us both into pumpkins. And so to today - The Last Day. The last time for the moment of being "normal" before the op. We went to the seaside, Brighton to be precise, and got there really early, before most people were up so it was empty on the beach this morning as we skipped along - cameras in hand. We just wandered all day, snapping pics of life as it happened around us, having a quick lunch in the oyster bar with glasses of guiness, before wandering round The Laines. We had burny feet by mid afternoon and decided to head home. And that's where I am now. Still in the surreal "it's never going to happen" la la land of pre surgery denial. ;-) Hey, it's working for me. I do know that tomorrow we will get up, A will head to the hairdresser for a good trim prior to hospital as last time, when he was unexpectedly admitted and was there for eight days he ended up looking like a scraggy robinson crusoe - not a good look really! Then we have to kill some time til two when he has to be all present and correct at the Urology ward complete with mandatory slippers and dressing gown. That will be fine and then they'll give him various meds to, as the nurse said, "clear him out" and then we have to wait. We'll wait together til end of visiting at 8 and then I have to come home without him. That is when it is going to hit hard. I have to pretend not to worry all night and then race to the hospital first thing Thursday morning so that I can see him before surgery. Let's just see them try to stop me!! That will be the worst bit, but I am taking Mike on the Bike's and Mrs Mike's advice and going out to do things while the surgeons work rather than waiting at the hospital. Hopefully A will be out early afternoon and then I can collapse in a heap and cry grateful tears. Still, we have an evening of cosying up and long baths and Nutella (see Mike, I DO pay attention) to go before all that and I intend to make the most of it. Au revoir people. I apologise in advance for any histrionics that pour forth when my fingers hit keypad tomorrow night - just bear with me. This too shall pass. T x
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