In the deciding episode, Aunt Maude had left a substantial inheritance to a lacklustre couple who, after being shown several stunning Spanish properties decided they wanted to stay in Accrington after all. Shaking my head in disgust whilst inhaling my fifth Jammie Dodger, I sighed and pointed out to my ever weary spouse that come 2019 the choice to relocate in Europe may well be taken away from us Brits and we would have to stay and reside in the UK forever. Brushing the crumbs off my increasingly expanding belly I sighed loudly and looked out of the rear window at the grey clouds rolling heavily across the November sky.
Rubbing away the London smog from his bleary eyes, the man I married only 7 years earlier raised his hands in a ‘you win’ gesture and uttered the words I’d been longing t hear “Ok, let’s do it, we’ll move, but you can tell the family!”
Scraping up my slack jaw from the Axminster I screamed in excitement and rushed over to the lap top see how much international Schools cost and what was required for Back-packing pets. Behind me I could hear my husband mumbling under his breath about Rabies jabs and how they were missing a trick by not administering them to menopausal housewives.
Looking down at the family dog, feet in the air, snoring obliviously, no doubt dreaming of cheese and giant tennis balls, I made a mental note to get his maracas removed before heading on our adventure. The last thing I needed was the pitter patter of 24 Spanish feet while quaffing cheap Rioja.
(I did actually enquire with the family GP if the same procedure could be done with my younger husband but alas, the NHS is stretched enough apparently)
So here I am, exactly 5 months later and one week shy of my 51st birthday, staring vacantly out of the airport window onto the grey Gatwick concourse. Beside me, my twelve year old son mumbles something incoherent about mozzarella and ambles off to purchase a baguette which costs roughly the same price as my first car. The boy child is more than happy to move abroad. He’s watched Bay Watch. He knows that everyone runs in slow motion and looks like Pamela Anderson on warmer shores. Plus I’ve bribed him with the promise of a certain Xbox game (yes I am a bad parent, but at least I’ll be a bad parent in a vest as opposed to a cardi)
The house is under offer. The tears have been shed. Man and dog are loaded up in the Jeep, our worldly possessions crammed into every available space, no doubt currently heading across the French border. The ties with normality had been cut.
I glance down at the case in my hand and grasp the one way ticket to Malaga tightly in my fist. We have no home, we have no jobs. We don’t speak Spanish. We are either very brave or very stupid.
Taking a deep breath I drag my belongings and monosyllabic child towards the gate which is now boarding. This is the moment our lives will change forever. I smile to myself and take the first step towards our new life in the sun.
To be continued
Follow the link below for further adventures…
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 23 – Plots Landing - 8 May, 2019 @ 08:47
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 22 – Careless Vespa - 23 Apr, 2019 @ 18:49
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 21 – A Mother Day in Paradise - 27 Mar, 2019 @ 09:26
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 20 – The Ham that Rocks the Fable - 12 Mar, 2019 @ 21:58
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 19 – Much Ado About Blogging - 27 Feb, 2019 @ 09:19
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 18 – Where Eagles Scare - 12 Feb, 2019 @ 15:29
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 17 – Saving Private Brian - 29 Jan, 2019 @ 23:45
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 16 – Absolutely Fagulous - 15 Jan, 2019 @ 20:12
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 15 – Breaking Bed - 2 Jan, 2019 @ 12:49
- A New Wife in the Sun: Episode 14 – The Twelve Nays of Christmas - 5 Dec, 2018 @ 20:35