Well this is almost intolerable. Plane still broken and no C home.
Not sure if it's today or tomorrow or even the day after that. Spontaneous gathering in the local pub rescheduled from Monday evening to Tuesday evening and hopefully now it will be Wednesday evening.
Have been limping to yesterday morning since he first went out there and to have the arrival point constantly nudged out of the way is horrible. I just want to scream.
Everyone at work being really sweet and supportive and that helps enormously. People are gently smiling and saying 'any news?', and the only answer possible is alas 'no'. Am just hoping they give him the time back at the other side of the period he was granted, please don't say he'll be cut short as well as messed around. A colleague just reminded me to keep my pecker up and then asked where mine was and the only thing I could say was 'all over the bloody place'. God I hate these shifting finishing lines.
A dreadful car bomb has been set off by rebel Republicans in Northern Ireland and apparently it was a miracle no one was killed. Also see that there is a conference in South America and Argentina has tabled a vote of sanction against British oil exploration, with Venezuela leaping in offering military support against what it perceives as 'imperialistic tyranny'. There must be something in the air at the moment, everything is so aggressive.
Keep checking my phone and e-mails but still no news. Keep trying to retain a spiritual aspect by reminding myself that everything happens for a reason and there was a purpose to him not flying home when initially intended. And as my dear colleague pointed out it's better that the plane broke down on the ground rather than at thirty-five thousand feet in the air.
And now the French air traffic controllers have gone on strike and hope and pray that won't delay everything even further.
The weather's grey and bleak and claggy and it's freezing cold and H says the air force are always unreliable, but somehow feel he's jaundiced.
Fellow soldier's Mum really kind, friends as ever overwhelming, and family constantly sending messages of love.
Just got home and R so sweet and the house really warm and cosy and good to walk into, but just lacking in something somehow.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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