Well me and the new wellies are back in Norway. And I managed to get the au pair and three children back without major incident too. Unless you count the virus complete with rash that Nomad Child # 1 brought back with her. And the fact that Child #2 managed to lose her Tamagotchi by storing it in her boot somewhere between the hire car and the departures building of Dublin airport. Which made me turn into one of those awful mothers berating their child loudly at the check-in desk – couldn’t help myself. Anyway, it’s always hard to come back, or at least hard to leave a country where I can have a conversation on the merits of thermal vests with the woman in the health shop (yes, it was that cold in Kilkenny) and where the lady in Boots asks me if I can let her know next time I’m in if the anti-frizz serum I bought from her works (it’s a weather resistant miracle cure, apparently).
And did I mention the nice stranger who got me so excited by saying ‘I like your shoes’ that, forgetting where I was, I opened the passenger door of the car to get in and drive. At least I was smiling as I tottered on around to the other side where the useful steering thingamajiggy was.
Yes I’ll miss all the attention as I go on my anonymous Norwegian way. Still at least I have the aubergine-coloured wellies to stomp around in – and plenty of melting ice to do it in.
Speaking of wellies (yes, again) - I was trying to take some artful shots in Castlecomer, Co. Kilkenny, when Child #1 declared an urgent need to wee. I'd never seen wellies as a useful foot guard for such calls of nature but indeed they are.