I’m writing this post from McDonalds in Port Augusta, SA.
Two places, I don’t love, though for different reasons, and that is another story for another day.
At present we are on day four of our journey from Darwin at the top of Australia, to Port Lincoln in the south. It was supposed to be a super secret holiday surprise.
Well surprise Jess, the joke is on you.
A few months ago, we floated the idea of a southern holiday. Boatman has got more work, but nothing much over Christmas, so rather than hang around sweating for the holiday season, we figured we’d live it up on the SA coast. A solid plan if ever I had one.
The only issue was that the MIL and FIL were panning a trip north at the same time, and we had decided to surprise them with our presence.
And then hopefully get out of buying a real present, cause let’s face it, me turning up on your doorstep? Best gift ever 😉
Being left very few options, boatman informed his dad not to book flights, cause the road convoy that is us and his beloved grandees, was heading down.
And so began an elaborate scheme to keep the MIL out of the loop.
Now normally, this would be easy and fun, except for one issue; my innate urge to overshare absolutely everything on social media and my blog. Seeing as the MIL is perhaps my biggest fan, I could hardly be spilling the beans on Facebook now could I?
So I’ve been keeping mum, and decieving even you, my beloved reader, and it’s been awful.
Oh the guilt I have felt in deceiving you all, in just trying to keep mum from… Well mum.
Because it has not just been about not saying anything. Oh no.
I have been leaving a very deliberate trail of misdirection.
Telling people about my dreams for a summer holiday, complaining about the heat in Darwin, whilst it was cool in Alice Springs.
Posting old random photos on IG to distract her; even when it appeared I was feeding my children spring rolls and lemonade for breakfast. (Cause that was the only time I had reception, and the first photo I found)
I even went so far as to unfriending her on FB because there is only so much not sharing a person can do.
And it was all in vain.
For the past four days I could have been sharing my photos of the outback, and wisdomous ponderings on all the hippies headed to Ayers Rock for the apocalypse, but no.
You have all missed out.
Because apparently saving a marriage and convincing his wife that her children actually do love her whilst she cries about why they won’t let her visit, is far more important to the FIL.
So that is what’s been happening these past few days dear friends.
I know you feel gipped but never fear; the cat is out of the bag, and as long as my reception stays sane, I’m forever yours. Xxx