14 days. That’s it, 14 days. Surely I can keep my mouth shut for two tiny little weeks after not breathing a word for nearly 8 months. I mean it shouldn’t be that hard. It should fly, I mean it’s not like I haven’t got plenty to distract myself with!
So why is it so goddess blessed difficult???
By the time anyone reads this – if in fact anyone does – this will all be a moot point, as one of the side effects of my self-imposed silence is the temporary muting of the blog until the end of August. Every one of my faithful readers has already received an update (either through email or through facebook) as to why exactly this is – and those of you who are only sporadic readers will find out shortly – but the truth is I never expected it to be this challenging this late in the game.
The point is, by the time the blogs for the first month of my contract in Europe get posted, the jig’ll be up anyway and it’ll all be over…for good or for ill.
But for the sake of clarity (and the sake of having something to do on my nightshift!) I explain:
Months ago I discovered that Amras and I would be sharing a contract for the first time in nearly three years. In fact, we received the contract on the same day. At first the reason I didn’t tell him was simply because it wasn’t confirmed, it had to do with Head Office wanting me to have a sabbatical somewhere new and to give me a breather from the insane stress-levels of constantly being on the flagship, and we weren’t 100% certain it was going to pull through. It was an up in the air thing, I wasn’t even certain I was going to say yes immediately. So I said nothing to Amras, for fear that it would end up all falling through and all three of us (because obviously Alasse was roped into this) would end up disappointed. I did however tell Alasse, a fact for which I’ve been very grateful because if I didn’t have someone in this little conspiracy with me I might well go mad.
Amras and I don’t talk all that much unless we’re both on hols at the same time, which is rarely, so for the first few months it was easy. Until he started asking where I was going next. Do you know how hard it is to talk around the fact that you’ve had a signed and sealed contract in your hand for half a year? I got very good at answering every question his emails had in them except that one.
So now it’s down to fourteen lousy days, and I’m chomping at the bit for time to go faster so I can just tell him and time is going so sloooooooooooooooooooooooowly.
Secrets.
Unless they’re life-threatening reputation ruining important? I’m just no good at them.