GREEN LIGHT
After landing late in Heathrow I had to drag all my bags onto the midnight ferry and finally crept into the house at 2 am, waking up the dog in the process. Normally the relentless barking would stir up the whole house until I manage to calm the dog with cheese (our dog likes cheese!) but lo and behold I managed to tiptoe in with my bags, grab a chunk of cheddar and quieten down the dog without any commotion.
Bearing in mind the boys hoped I was going to be at Niton for 11, I knew the situation in the morning was bound to be problematic. Would the wife hurl pots and pans at me, poison my breakfast or would she simply change the locks if and when I stepped foot out of the door? Come 8 am, the early signs were for a glorious Autumnal windy day, the branches on the trees were swaying around in the garden and the pink clouds at daybreak were racing across the sky. I headed down stairs prepared for the worst. Unbeknown to me, the wife had already arranged a lunch date with her work friends, so I was given the green light to head to Niton. No shouting, no broken crockery, no black eyes, this was a rare red carpet, first class ticket to head out for the day. ‘JC you go out and enjoy yourself’ were her parting words; needless to say I left the house in a state of shock.