Monday, September 27, 2010

My wife is a genius

She is still in Uzbekistan and will be for another two weeks. She has been to Tashkent and Samarkand, tonight will be in Bukhara and then goes to Khiva.

So not only has she missed all the end-of-term activities for our two children – there was the Monday morning poetry recital by 20 finalists (our eight-year-old was robbed), the two-hour Monday evening sports awards (ditto) and the one-hour Tuesday evening performance by the five- and six-year-olds, at which our six-year-old was invisible because she is tiny and they all performed on the floor, not the stage. Many of us are not terribly interested in other people’s children, but at these events you get a lot of other people’s children. And let’s not  get started on the “ladies a plate” aspect. Laddies a plate, in my case.

Then there is the awkward transition in child-timing – morning, afternoon and evening – that happens every year with the shift to Daylight Saving. Yep, she has missed that too.

All the mothers I talk to here think that she has managed this brilliantly. Can’t argue.

4 comments:

homepaddock said...

Would it be some consolation if someone pointed out she also appears to have chosen her husband well?

laughykate said...

But you missed the bit about Majorca....

Stephanie said...

I agree with laughykate - what about Majorca ......

Stephen Stratford said...

Why thank you, Home Paddock. Consolation indeed.

LaughyKate and Stephanie, the "bit about Majorca" was apparently "a joke". About as funny as Mike King, if you ask me.

Anyway, she reports from Bukhara that "The hotel is gloriously over-the-top Russian, with large dark furniture, lots of gilt and marble and everything looks tremendously impressive on first glance. On second glance, it's not. The skirting boards are plastic (and coming off), the safe has no instructions and the bath has no plug."

I remember that in the 70s visitors to the Soviet Union were advised to take their own bath plugs. Some things never change.