…there comes a little rain. And mine was the big ‘D’. BUT! Every cloud has a silver lining. Yes folks, at this stage of my life came the big ‘D’. Don’t know why, but do know when. She left me, but I kept the children (she got the big money for the house – courtesy of me of course, but I got the very bigger deal – the children!). And so this eventually (a few years later, after – and I do mean AFTER) led to me (and all of my brood) moving out, joining up with my new brood (my second wife and her two offspring – same thing in reverse if you see what I mean) eventually moving in together into a lovely TINY 5-bedroom Herefordshire cottage in the middle of nowhere. What a place! We were bursting at the seams (well, to tell the truth, our oldest 3 had ‘fled the nest’ by then and ended up in the countries of their birth – England, Canada and America – before we, the remaining 5 of us, moved into this temporary accommodation. A beautiful cottage on the banks of the world-famous River Wye.
I expect the remaining children have mixed memories about this strange experience – I certainly do! (It was definitely a seminal experience for all of us, but this series of web logs is not about all of my personal experiences – it’s about my peripatetic lifestyle). Anyway, we – those of us still left in the ‘family home’ – ended up living right on the banks of the famous River Wye, with 3 dogs to boot (and a resident mouse). [BTW – By The Way – ‘to boot’ is an old English expression meaning ‘as well’, rather than any other more physical, violent interpretations you may have misunderstood). The dogs loved the outdoors – away from the madding crowd – just like me. And the mouse? Well we didn’t discover that until we moved out. It had been living under Helena’s bed all of the time we were there!
I thought I would finally (as I had before) settle down. But Judith hadn’t finished with me yet! Nor me with her.