London Mum (Part 1)

As I write this I am sitting on the airport express on route to pick up my mother – a visit I have been anticipating with great excitement. By the time I post she will have been safely scooped up and brought back into the glistening lights of the city.
Although my husband and I have been living in Hong Kong for some months now, there are a number of excursions I have postponed so as to share the experience with London Girl Senior!
A cross between Woodstock and Wang, (as in Vera), she is a wonderful contradiction in terms – and great fun. Having never travelled East, (despite being well travelled – she just finished a stint teaching in South Africa), I am enthralled at the prospect of introducing her to the city we currently call home.
On the doggy front, our little beagle, Ginger, had her operation to remove the lumps found on her head. The scan showed no internal lumps – which is a huge relief – but the biopsy results are still pending so we are not out of the woods yet. It is more distressing to see her beautiful little face confused as to why she has to wear a protective collar, (to prevent her pulling her stitches out), which has led to a few panicky moments, on her part, forcing my husband and I to physically hold her and rock her to sleep. However, she is our new family addition, so whatever she needs we will provide.
Dogs and mothers aside, it was my lovely other half’s birthday today which we celebrated last night with steak and champagne with our nearest and dearest in Hong Kong. We followed the Argentine themed evening last night with a wonderfully gentle day today – the highlight being my tuneless rendition of happy birthday and cheesecake from our local deli…mmm.
Work this week has seen the many irons in the fire start to heat up, with a crucial design meeting now only four weeks away – I think I have developed repetitive strain injury from sharpening all my pencils in preparation for some intensive design sessions!
Other projects are coming together with satisfying alacrity – fuelled by hard work and many brainstorming sessions over a hummus salad!
As I reach the end of my notepad, (yes – I actually resorted to the old fashioned pen and paper), the tanoy is announcing we are pulling into the airport. Within the hour I will, no doubt, have embarrassed myself with great panache in the arrivals hall on seeing my mum! There are times in your life, whatever your age, and whatever your species, you just need your mum around…

~ by londongirlgoeseast on July 25, 2010.