I’m undoubtedly the type of person that likes to spend a lot of time alone. It’s not that I don’t like people, I just like routine and routine often gets seriously broken when others around you don’t like to stick to it. I guess my love for structure stems from being at boarding school from the age of seven, followed by many years of being a nanny… Everything timed to perfection. Bliss. (Or some may say slightly anal).
Since moving home, I’ve been struggling to deal with builders coming in and out of my house at random times and now we are nearing Christmas day my routine has been robbed from me again, to fit in all the festive cheer. Bah humbug.
Last week I treated my ten year old niece to a trip to London. She was exceptionally brave and flew as an unaccompanied minor with Flybe – A great service that more airlines should offer. We had a jam packed few days, which had been meticulously planned (of course). However, on Saturday afternoon the order was shattered, when my Mum broke down five minutes from our place with my nan, brother and sister in the car. Mum had to sit with the car (with a packed lunch and hot water bottle) for the whole visit and didn’t even make it to my front door!
Four hours later there were tears (from the niece that wanted to see her Nanny), a sudden leak into the downstairs flat from our new bathroom and total family chaos, while we tried to arrange the best way to get everyone out of my place and back to suburbia. Begrudgingly, I decided that we needed to let my niece stay over at her nan’s house. This meant we missed out on a few of the fabulous treats I had in store for the remainder of the weekend… I was genuinely looking forward to a late night drive around London to show her all the sights and Christmas lights!
Instead, we ended up driving the masses back home, drove home again ourselves and then back again the next morning to take my niece to Gatwick in time for her return flight to Belfast. I did not enjoy it one bit.
Oddly enough (for me), I was quite pleased to have an extremely happy niece and Mum, so forgoing the routine turned out not to be all that disagreeable. I certainly wouldn’t like it to happen on a regular basis, but I’ll let this one pass… Just this once.
Double trouble. My sister and niece.
One happy girl.
The end of a long weekend. Tired, but pleased.