Dilemma

As this year has progressed and weekends have come and gone, a Monday when Debrah returns to the UK has become harder and harder for us both to deal with. We spent a good deal of this weekend talking about how to solve the problem of weekdays apart from each other without coming to any concrete solution.

I don't think that Debrah is ready to come and live full time in France - she enjoys London and her work (sometimes). She is scared that she will be cut-off from what is new and exciting because that is such an important part of her job. We also have Christian to settle somewhere in his new college life and an apartment whose value is dropping like a stone in common with everybody elses.

Likewise, I would have to start again from scratch if I moved back to London and all that we have achieved here at 42rvh would be lost - and after such a good first year too.

What a dilemma.

So it was that, yet again, I dropped Debrah at the airport in warm sunshine. She arrived in London, where it was raining and cold and the trains were running very slowly and consequently felt very depressed about the whole thing. I came back to an empty apartment here and no amount of sunshine made me feel any less alone again.

So, current guests check out tomorrow morning and then we have a break for 7 days until the next ones - so I am going to London on Wednesday, obviously to see Debrah and also to catch up on jobs and paperwork over there. Whatever needs doing here (and there is always plenty) can wait for once.