The day after the party was my most enjoyable day for ages: I watched an entire film snuggled up with my boys on the sofa, played endless hallway football, ate enough left over cake to sink a ship and brought the lego down and built extravagant flying machines next to the fire.
However, living with a constant low level sense of guilt and inferiority, I allowed myself 24 hours off before I had the chance to finish everything I didn’t manage to finish in time for the party. The local TV company had phoned earlier to invite me to take part in a programme they have about foreigners living in Asturias. It’s not something I would go for under any circumstances except our own which is that we have a business to start up and the local TV has up to a million potential viewers. Like my camera shy husband said, ‘we don’t really have a choice’. So on Friday, with the top floor painted, the wall transfers in place, the shower trays up and filled with colourful lotions, cream teas and a victoria sponge made and laid out to the best of my artistic capabilities, we waited for the man with the camera to turn up.
It was a strange experience and one I could possibly warm to with a little more experience, but as a one off, I felt awkward, stiff and slightly maniacal and without seeing the end product, I am currently battling nightmares about what a fool I’ve made of myself and what I should have said instead, but I have no choice but to wait until it aires to judge my performance.
The rain just about held off, the crew were lovely and encouraging, putting words into my mouth, which I then struggled to replicate. I had wanted to talk about the complexities of raising bi-cultural children, of the things we struggle with as well as the benefits we enjoy but despite practising phrases in advance, my overloaded brain could only see about 8 words into the future and I had to leave such complicated thoughts.
We had enlisted our ever helpful neighbour to do some talking and our newest friend, a retired man who makes and sells hazelnut walking sticks to raise money for UNICEF to add a little local colour to the piece, so hopefully at least we will have shown the area in some of its beauty and encouraged the people who do come to buy our friend’s wares and help him raise money.