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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men

December 14, 2014 1 Comment by Heidi
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy!
From To a Mouse (Tae a Moos) by Robert Burns

mouse shaves frog

Illustration by Johnny Automatic via Open Clip Art. Brilliant website and well worth donations.

Well, these verses have gone through my head since my last post for various reasons. First because I woke Monday with sinus pain that didn’t clear that morning as so often it had in the last few weeks. Instead it settled in all cozy like, grew into sinusitis and is still here sapping energy.

Each day I checked my to do list and postponed my tasks in hope the pain would shift and plans would resume. Each day I hope that there would be great news to put into the Christmas cards. Then came the kicker on Saturday.

My visa application failed. We filled in the wrong form. We were just incorrectly informed (by the immigration service itself) and need to reapply for a visa outside of the UK.  So we’re off to the In Laws in Ireland.

I’m not surprised the application failed as it’s been the theme of this year. We’ve circumnavigated so much red tape earlier in the year despite conflicting advice. After 6 months, we had documents to prove our identities and got married. There was a reoccurring theme of misinformation then as now, so it’s hard to have hope everything will sort itself out quickly. Hope is especially hard to muster when the people who are employed to provide information, aren’t able to give the appropriate advice and the information available online is unclear. Although one positive from the whole experience was the immigration staff in the UK treated me with respect. I’m not talking about respect like our parents taught us to have for adults but respect as a human being. Simply speaking to someone civilly, looking them in the eye when you’re talking to them, not treating them like a piece of gum on your shoe. It was the total opposite of my Irish immigration experiences.

All the lovely plans we had for our little family Christmas have disappeared. While we’ll still (hopefully, depending on flights) be together at Christmas, it just won’t be the same. All those wonderful plans for day trips to Oxford and London, opening our presents Christmas morning in our cozy sitting room, relaxing, sewing family stockings, and playing games are up in smoke. I can’t help but have a sadness in my heart and a lump in my throat.

I want to wail that Christmas is ruined but it hasn’t happened yet. Actually, I’ve had much worse and I suppose there’s a certain amount of comfort in that.  I will grieve “for promis’d joy” then swiftly move on hatching ideas on how to make the most of the Christmas we do have. Who know’s, it might just turn out to be the best Christmas yet.

One Comment

  1. R
    3 years ago

    Aw so sorry to hear this:/

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