98. A whiff of adventure (4)

 I am getting restless again after almost eight months of living boring-sci-fi-series style. No fun. Where are the drop-dead gorgeous actors? The signs that it is all going to end and we will live a normal life ever after? Bad directing, poor casting and let us not even rate the screenplay. I want out.

So I dial my husband.

'How are things at work?'

'Just work.' My husband sounds bored, which is encouraging me. 

'Just wondering if you have given up on the big lockdown project?'

'What lockdown project?' He does sound surprised. As if this wasn't his idea in the first place! 

'Come on! The biggest decision since we had kids! Our big adventure!'

'Ah! ... Yes!' He sounds sleepy now but that should wake him up. It does.

'Funny you should mention that ... I've just had a mail from our man. The vehicle has been through registration. Ready to pick up whenever we want.'

'That's great! Brilliant news. When are we going? I have got a holiday coming up.'

'You've always got a holiday coming up!' 

I decide to ignore that comment. Let's not spoil the moment.

'Have you booked a crossing?'

'No! We cannot travel freely these days, haven't you noticed ...'

'I've got an idea. You get some kind of pass for work and I come along. As your inconsolable wife or as your indispensable assistant.'

'Right. I'll see what I can do.' 

He still sounds sleepy. Must be the work he does. I say good bye on the spot and put my phone down. I need to write lists: a to-do list, a to-buy list. Quick! Rush! This is happening! I am on a mad frantic search now for I don't even know what. My passport! Where are the passports? And the suitcases and travel bags? I suddenly remember how I got so fed up with the whole rigmarole.

'Kiiiiiiids! Come down here and see your mother!'

They had all come down - eventually - only to find out that their mother wanted all the suitcases and all the travel bags out of the house and into the attic of the outhouse.

'What's the point?' My lazy brood was complaining.

The point was: a travel bag was a useless item. 

'Would you take a swimming costume up Mount Everest? No? Right! So get these cases down here and take them OUT OF MY HOUSE!'

They all nonchalantly did what was required - much to my surprise. Maybe they felt the way I did? 

Now the kids were off to college dorms and boarding schools and I was on my own. Who was going to get the cases back down? Life had become illogical, nonsensical. I'd have to wait till the weekend and see if the kids - or the husband - would bring the cases back into the house for me.

I picked up my phone and I had a couple of messages from Miss Organiser. I sighed thinking it must be a list of requests  with some impossible deadline. No! She had news! News involving suitcases! Goodness me! The earth was spinning again! This show was getting was getting better and better and I wanted to stay in! 

Off I went to write my lists.