5:00 A.M. British Airways Jet – 1 Sleepless night, Numerous Nails bitten off due to nerves, 1 Sleeping Husband, Missing Urban Family, 1 Trip to Hospital, and husband swept away from my very arms.
I do not quite understand the world up to this point. The last several days have been a whirlwind of activity as we sublet our home to Mark's partner for a year. Had my misgivings about the entire move over a week ago, as I had my last urban family meeting over chardonnay and dinner. Cannot believe how life has changed, yet I am nervous, what if I turn international relations upside down with just one cock up. I mean we have been on good terms since the Revolutionary War, till last night's nightmare when I saw man running on horse through the streets of Washington D.C. yelling "The "Bridget is coming" "The Bridget is Coming" and in the midst of that they were dropping Mark and I into the harbor and not the tea.
"Bridget..Bridget, darling you look absolutely pale as if you have seen a ghost or something, you must be nervous." He rubbed my hand and then held it trying to reassure me that all would be ok.
I nodded trying to give him reassurance that I was calm and showing some inner poise, "No just nervous."
He brushed his hand against my face and reached over while kissing me and securing my seatbelt on jet. "I want you to relax, you will be just fine." He did it again smiling with those deep dimples, oh if we were not landing would have to invite him in back for a shaglicious moment, ah but just had relapse of memory of honeymoon, maybe not.
On our landing Mark's face turned purple when realized I was squeezing his hand so tight I must have been cutting off all blood to his limbs.
"Bridget we are just normal people, and I have a job to do that is all, so darling don't worry."
Right he is here to do a job and we will be fine, just regular couple. I was not nervous anymore, or so I thought.
We were walking down jetway when flashbulbs were flashing all over. NBC, ABC, CBS, and CNN were all there. I could not see, heard someone on the side greeting Mark and then these gentleman with dark glasses and funny wires standing side by side with absolutely no emotion from their face, "Oh what is ?" Another bright flash and I went flying as my foot caught something tossing me into the air as more cameras went off, actually fall was broken by another photographer who was yelling, "I will sue you" "I will sue you."
Mark startled ran up to me "Darling are you ok?"
"I think I hurt my ankle," naturally it was just habit for him as he picked me up and carried me out.
"No sir, we will handle this," and before I knew it I was being whisked away from his arms and put on stretcher to ambulance. Oh great, British Ambassador's wife taken out due to enormous large carpet will be the headlines in tomorrow's Independent.
I went to reach for Mark realized we were being whisked in two separate directions, me to the hospital and him off in a limo with the British flag flying. He went to reach for me but he was pulled completely away. "I don't know if I am going to like this." First I had to compete for his affections with scrawny stick insect, but now I have a country that has become his mistress.
This cannot be good, well watch out I guess THE BRIDGET IS COMING!