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  • Annie Dear: My darling Madam is taking wing

  • Happy birthday to my darling Madam, who burst forth onto the scene in full voice back in Sydney some (mouthful of socks) years ago – a Halloween baby, she has been tricking and treating me all these years, with the treats outweighing the tricks by a considerable margin.

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    Happy birthday to my darling Madam, who burst forth onto the scene in full voice back in Sydney some (mouthful of socks) years ago – a Halloween baby, she has been tricking and treating me all these years, with the treats outweighing the tricks by a considerable margin.
     
    Light of my life, love of my life, is as gorgeous now as the day she was born, and now in full fledged baby bird-mode, is moving back to Sydney at the end of November.
     
    To say I am thrilled for her, proud of her, bursting with love for her would be an understatement.
     
    To say I am devastated doesn’t even come close.
     
    But I know it’s something she and her lovely husband Beau have wanted to do for some time, and a job opportunity came up, which in true Godfather style, was an offer she could not possibly refuse. Beau is the most amazing photographer, and I know he will have the chance of a lifetime too.
     
    But to see them go is almost more than I can stand.
     
    Madam posted the news on Facebook the other day, so I then felt free to post it on mine, and we got so many hits of excitement and sadness it was gratifying to know how many friends we each have.
     
    So a part of me wants to be the baby of the family and break down and weep at their feet, but I know I have to be noble and wise ­– which of course I am generally speaking – and beat this down as I take the right course and offer my love and support for this big step they’re taking.
     
    But hang on a moment, I say to myself. Think of yourself, nearly 14 years ago, when you announced to your mother that you were going to marry Sir and move to the States. It’s only now that I truly appreciate what she must have gone through, knowing her only daughter was leaving her – at a much greater age than I am now – and so knew in her heart that it was going to be the last time she would see me.
     
    But love and desire do strange things, and I suppose it’s good that the mover is so sure of the decision that nothing can possibly stand in their way to thwart their dreams. As it should be.
     
    So where most people have a devil on one shoulder, and an angel on the other, right now I have the logical rational person on one, and the dying swan hysterical mother on the other.
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    The logical rational side of me is willing them on, knowing not only that they are two talented people who adore each other, but who also have a very large network of family and friends to which to return.
     
    The dying swan side of me is frankly a bloody nuisance, because I know that side of me is a total pain in the backside, becomes a weeping mess at the slightest provocation, and conveniently forgets the wonders of the computer, of instant messaging, or the telephone in her desire to melt into a puddle of self pity and gloom.
     
    My darlings, you will do absolutely brilliantly. You will have your share of hiccups – not the least of which will be the cost of living and of driving on the wrong side of the road in the wrong side of a car. But think of the glorious weather, the fresh seafood, the relaxed people who shun political correctness, the aforementioned family and friends.
     
    But remember your mama, and step-papa Sir. We love you, kids. Go forth and shine, and know there is always a home here for you.
     
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