What a suitable title for my blog post - the mate my son has just been staying with in Sydney has been an extra in "Home & Away" of late. His mum sent me the link to the cage fighting scene he features widely in, but sadly I'm not allowed to watch it here - would be giving too much away about what's going on I guess.... Anyway, the point is that my son has just uploaded a few photos to Facebook. Designed exclusively to make me feel a little bit sick. HOW can anyone be somewhere so beautiful? Why don't we all live in Australia? Every time I did a FaceTime call with them I thought that - problem is I should have sorted my visa many years ago when I still had wrinkle free skin and less body hair and could do useful things. Now what can I offer them? Pilates taught by a late 40 something single mother of three? That would get me some minus points I should think. What could I say I can do that is really required in Australia but they don't know it yet? Just look at these photos:- How can they be having such an awful time? Dreadful weather. Crap sand. Murky waters:- They've got swimming with dolphin pictures, boat pictures, dancing pictures...watching everyone getting stoned in Nimbin pictures:- Whereas I on the other hand have photos like this to offer:- NO. It's not a shark attack or a false teeth attack - this is what happens when you wash your son's rugby shorts with the mouthguard still in the pocket. THANKFULLY my mother was here and came to the rescue. Cut and sewed. But still. You get my drift. About the unacceptable divide.
My son and his girlfriend are safe and well and partying in Byron Bay. Even better news is that he did well in his re-sits and has got into the university of his choice. Now all I need to worry about is that he gets through the next three months unscathed and happy. He has already turned into the consummate traveller - all conversations with him amount to "yeah, it was really amaaaaaaazing" as he describes swimming with dolphins. Jealous? Moi? Daughter on the other hand is working hard. Here she takes a brief moment out to enter a cupcake competition she and some friends devised at school. She decided on "rainbow" cupcakes. They couldn't be more rainbow, I have to say. I've just eaten one. Delicious. But so many additives that I think I might be about to have a heart attack:- and the centre looks like this:-
I can't locate my son. He sent a brief text saying that they were stuck on the East Coast of Australia owing to flash floods and now I have a vision of him dangling from a tree waiting to be rescued. He is not answering his phone and hasn't texted in the last few days nor done a Facebook update. I am quite sure what he means is that he isn't able to travel to where they were planning to go next but still....it's all a worry. Up until then he and his girlfriend had been having a spectacular time on a boat swimming with dolphins. Now though, I just don't know where they are. Haven't been able to find much information other than "We've got a very serious situation developing in New South Wales, about 75% of the state is flood-affected or in flood watch," State Emergency Services spokesman Dieter Geske told ABC News a couple of days ago. Trying not to worry too much. Yet.
In a "be careful what you wish for" sort of moment, having pined about the thought of not having my children about all week and worrying about being bored and lonely I was unexpectedly given the chance not to be - suddenly overnight, I had the responsibility of looking after an 18 year old spectacularly gorgeous Aussie male.
Today is better than yesterday because I haven't got vomit raining down on my head from a great height (or from a bunk bed anyway). My son was feeling completely better yesterday and consequently went to school - he had a concert - "Young Voices 2009" at the O2 that he really didn't want to miss. I on the other hand, although not wishing him ill was quite hoping that the Norovirus would at least do me the favour of rendering me unable to go to a two and a half hour concert of children singing. In theory, it is always my idea of hell on earth. However, actually, once there, in reality, what better way to lift one's spirit than to hear the sound of 1000's of children's voices all singing in unison. Just gorgeous, spine tingly, tear to the eye sort of emotion. It gives you hope for the future - well, they are the future and look what fun they think that future should be:-