My Life on a Plate

What a Day

I assume we now have a daughter-in-law. I wouldn't imagine there is anyone else on the site or many parents in the western world who can claim they have never met or spoken to their child's spouse. I wouldn't think there are many who can say their unknown daughter-in-Iaw is Cambodian, has an amputated arm and a young baby by another westerner either. I always said I wanted to be different but this wasn't quite what I had in mind. My cynical head can't help but think there's got to be some humour in there as well as tragedy.

We haven't heard from our son by telephone in a week but did receive an e-mail regarding his activities on Thursday. It's been difficult to picture his Buddhist wedding on the sunny shores of Sihanoukville today. It's been difficult to get through the day at all if I'm honest, but maybe I'm learning to live with this very surreal and strange nightmare.

I guess in a way it's a good job the wedding didn't take place here. It's pimply sissed down all day and I would have felt a pratt in my best red hat and matching nose, coughing and spluttering all through the service. Sometimes you have to laugh or you'd cry. But then don't all mothers cry at their child's wedding? Although most of them are actually present and have an inkling who their child is getting married to.

So what next? We gather he and new bride will be travelling, minus baby, starting on Wednesday and eventually arriving in Singapore. Then it's off to Australia where they hope to find work and save. Methinks that may come as a shock to the system after four months of doing very little in the way of labour, but that's his responsibility now.

As for us, we are simply left in limbo wondering what the future will bring and still very concerned about the actions of a love-struck son. But, as many wise folk have pointed out, there is nothing we can do except let it be and hope one way or another things will settle down and we can sort it all out.

I've tried to do as much blog reading and other activities on WDC as I can today, but I'm sure you'll understand my concentration is even worse than usual. I think it's time we cracked open a few bottles of vino now; rather commiseration than celebration but a good excuse whichever way you look at it.

I feel a hangover coming on. But I'll think about that tomorrow.