Post Host Blues

Like many people we know, our lives are so busy and taken up with ‘stuff’ that we have to work hard at making sure we spend time with our young-adult children, elderly parents, friends and important others.  One thing we’ve never done much of I guess is socialising and in particular hosting social events.  There’s no good reason that I can think of for this, except perhaps to say that we are both in task/meeting led people businesses and seem to have our fill of all that during the week so that when the week end rolls around we’re happy just pottering about with no set timetable or particular agenda.

As our boys have got older and developed wider interests and social lives, getting together is increasingly tricky.  Getting a ‘yes’ to an event more than a week away is problematic because, although it’s never presented this way, there’s always the possibility of a ‘better’ offer!  Getting extended family together, scattered as we are throughout the UK (I know to outsiders it seems such a tiny place but then you maybe haven’t tried navigating around it during peak leisure time!), is akin to herding cats and there’s almost as much satisfaction in completing the invite list, as there is in the event itself!

So I approached last week end with a degree of trepidation – if you remember Kevin’s partner from Vietnam was coming to stay for a few days.  Whilst we’d met once before we really didn’t know J-M very well – aside from his humorous emails and French way of looking at the world – so I was worried that we wouldn’t be good hosts.

What fun we had though, and what a pleasure having a good house-guest was.  The fish & chips went down a treat, the Rugby was great – despite Sale Sharks losing to Leicester Tigers in a rather disastrous second half, meeting our older two boys also went well.

On Saturday Kevin wandered into that great metropolis that is Sale Town Centre where we treated J-M to coffee and tea cakes at the local independent coffee shop.  Our youngest boy came over for supper, cooked by his dad (another ‘not normal’ activity in our household!), and we all set off to see the new Woody Allen film: Midnight In Paris.  What a great film, no huge melodrama, special effects, violence or complications – just a beautifully filmed gentle film with a message that didn’t hammer you over the head.

Sunday wouldn’t be complete without a trip to a nearby pub for Sunday Lunch.  The Horse & Jockey in Chorlton didn’t disappoint – wow, what a glorious lunch, with Sam and one of my best friends.

Putting J-M back on the plane for Paris on Sunday evening felt like a genuine loss.  We missed him being around for a few days – which is perhaps the perfect guest to have!

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About Karen Ormiston

After a whirlwind of new experiences, challenges and adventures 2.5 years after moving to Hanoi, Vietnam, we found ourselves footloose and fancy free with relatively few ties to any particular place. Hubby is only semi working and mine is portable so location is not an issue. Our kids have scattered far and wide and parents who are still alive enjoy support when available but not ready for anything intensive. So we are in a strange and unusual place - young, fit and healthy with no strong links to any particular community. The time was right to spend 6 months in Miskin, near Cardiff, exploring my heritage and tracing family before moving to the stunning town of Vejer de la Frontera at the beginning of 2015 to embark on the next stage of life's great adventure.

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