Since
we retired to Spain we have developed a very quiet and selfish life style. We live outside a small village with
extensive mountain views. It is very
quiet and peaceful. We have a very
regular routine, which is largely hill walking and wargaming - our joint favourite hobbies.
During
the summer this all comes to an abrupt end when my son and his family join us
for their annual holiday. The arrival
of two adults and three children (aged 3, 7 and 11) is eagerly awaited and
dreaded in equal parts. They normally
spend two weeks with us, last year it was three and this year almost four. They love the area and the children love the
swimming pool. We love having them but
must accept the loss of our house and routine.
It
all starts two days before they arrive.
The house has to be rearranged, cleaned and dusted. Under Jan’s direction I do the lifting and
carrying, and fit child guards for the stairs.
Like most Spanish houses the floors are tiled and there are lots of
sharp edges. For their first visit we
tried to cushion most of them, but that was really impractical and soon
abandoned. We had forgotten how much
more practical parents are than grandparents.
Fortunately
we have never been fussy, and do not have too many breakables around the house. But those we have are removed the day before
they arrive and stored in my office.
This becomes my “man cave” and sanctuary for the duration of their
stay. Everyone is banned from the office, though not
everyone holds to the ban. Usually after
a couple of days the children want to see what granddad has behind the closed
door. Fortunately it is pretty boring,
and they soon lose interest.
In
the office I have my computer, and I can play with the campaign and update
maps. Order of battle can be revised
and new campaigns planned. So I can
keep reasonably busy, but concentrating is very difficult. Jan is not so lucky. Normally the kitchen is her area, which I
avoid except to wash up after meals. It
now becomes part of the play area which includes the rest of the house, except
for our bedroom and the wargames room.
We
have introduced each of the children in turn to the wargames room. They accept it as a natural part of our
house, and are only mildly interested in what it is all about. We always have a game set up, and continue to do so
when they are here as well. I have never
known any of them to move any of the figures.
Perhaps they have had dire warnings from their parents.
We
fit in our routine around the visitors.
They have the pool all day, except for an hour in the afternoon when it
is ours. We avoid the sitting and
dining room, and don’t expect to be able to watch any TV for the duration. We have our meals together and then retire
to our own areas. Jan has an hour
siesta after lunch to recover from the constant noise and movement.
It
sounds pretty terrible, but we love it and really look forward to their
visit. It disrupts our routine, which
is a good thing. We all spend quality
time together, but we all respect the other’s needs for personal space. When they leave at the end of the holiday the house is very quiet and
we miss them greatly. It takes us about
a week to get back into our familiar and much loved routine.
It
also makes us realise how lucky we are that they actually want to spend their
precious few weeks holiday with us. The
parents can have as many nights out eating and drinking as they wish, we are
regular baby sitters. The children love
the freedom of being here and being spoiled by their grandparents. The Spanish love children, so we can all go
out for a meal together whenever we want to.
Though the children would prefer an evening on the beach when it cools
down a little.
They
don’t arrive until tomorrow, but already they have driven all thoughts of
wargaming out of my mind. Hence this
unusual blog post. Hopefully normal
service will be resumed in about four weeks.