Yes, he's gone again. This time it's back to Shanghai for a two month stint. On past experience, this means at least two and a half months and, quite probably, three. He's promised he won't stay longer than that and, indeed, his visa expires after 3 months, at which point I anticipate he will be frog-marched to the airport and forced aboard a plane at gunpoint. By me.
In the meantime, however, I am bereft, not least because of the 8 hour time difference which makes it bloody impossible to Skype except at weekends. Although, given the Messiah's propensity for napping, the fact that one of us is asleep for a large part of the day isn't entirely unfamiliar.
10 hours ago
Can't he get a proper job?
ReplyDeleteI think it's hysterical that you refer to your son as the Messiah. I feel the same way about my little guy, and I'd be straight jacketed if he left for 3 months.
ReplyDeleteJayne, unless I've totally understood all this, the Messiah is the love interest in these tales. Previous instalments suggest the teenager could be easily shipped off to Beijing, as long as he had enough pants.
ReplyDeleteDid I get that right?
Jayne - I've called the teenager many things in my time, but the Messiah isn't one of them. My neighbours could no doubt give you an exhaustive list of names which have flown out of my mouth at 120 decibels, but for this blog's purposes, he is Grump.
ReplyDeleteRichard - You are entirely correct. A 5,000 mile exclusion zone is the stuff my dreams are made of. *Sigh*
Ah - thank you for clarifying that. I didn't read far enough back. And I totally understand Grump. Have one of those myself. ;)
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