After a year of simple Britain's procedures when it comes to any official stuff, I almost forgot, how messy it can get around our native governments and laws.
First bad news which stroke me today was the fact that it's definitely not simple to legalize a British marriage in Czech, although both countries are members of EU and parts of Hague Convention, hence it shouldn't be a real pain to do stuff between each other - but oh well, at least they don't insist on dragging my husband from Kuwait to Czech... now. Just tones of papers, translated, stamped and legalized - and than travel to Brno and hope that everything will go through.

This is, officially, our third day in Czech so far. Well, if I may count in the day of our arrival, as it was really just few tired hours before the next day came, indeed. But, oh well - third day.
Dori, my daughter, seems to adapt very quickly, at least when it comes to knowing who will spoil her and allow more things than her bad, bad mama, who tries to say very loud and strict "No," on most of her demands, such as chocolate during the day just like that, cocoa milk for breakfast instead of our normal custom when she gets it just after the dinner, if she was behaving nicely the whole day and ate her whole dinner; also she knows that random outbursts of crying will now bring her intended attention from at least two people in the house; hence during last ~50 hours I became the least favourited member of the family, who is used only for feeding, peeing and occasional drop of a kiss - so the peeing and feeding won't accidentally stop.

Finally! After a year, well, almost a year, we are back in Czech. Not back as forever, of course - just holidays.
For my luck and un-luck Easy Jet finally and definitively withdrew the direct flight from N'Castle to Prague, so any more direct and simple (and quite short, to be perfectly honest) routes weren't available. But ... although paying more and having to go through Heathrow, London, I gotta say, that when the transit is within survivable period of time (ours was 2 hours), it is ok. The difference between charter flights and BA is simple - you can choose seats before boarding, hence no more elbowing, kneeling and drop kicking of other travellers trying to get seated at a nice spot; and food and drink is freely served at every flight of BA, by smiling and comfortably helpful staff. No more 3 pounds per cup of faucet water.

So... today, in about half an hour, we (me and my daughter) leave to Czech. Wow, after a year, I don't even know if I recognize my country anymore. :)
Wish me luck!
(And to my beloved husband, who leaves right after me, tomorrow, back to Kuwait.)
Holidays, thrice hurray.

Když se ráno konečně vyhrabu z útulných hloubek postele, ještě zahřáté teplem těla manžela a jeho vůní, zjistím jedním zběžným pohledem z (jediného) okna obývacího pokoje, že je další slunečný, neuvěřitelně neanglický den. Slunce pere jak o život, nebe azurově modré bez mráčku, všudypřítomný vánek od moře se uklidnil a ve vzduchu je jen nádech soli, který k nám donesli racci bloudící od pár kilometrů vzdáleného pobřeží.
Pohled do nemilosrdného zrcadla mne ovšem ihned ujistí, že nikam mezi lidi dnes nejdu - má hormonální hladina je stálá jak moře před tsunami a s obličejem, který na mně v odrazu šokovaně zírá, mě mezi ostatní lidi nevyženou ani ručně pleteným bičem.
V malé lednici, sedící v rohu kuchyně, nemáme skoro žádné jídlo; ale já radši umřu hlady, než se objevit na veřejnosti s obličejem jak beruška po náletu šíleného malíře - a k niqábu, kousku látky nošené přes nos, jsem se ještě nedostala. S brýlemi je to, koneckonců, nepraktické, pokud nežijete na poušti. Brýle se totiž snadno zamlží a potom jsou vtipy o niqábi řidičkách stoprocentní pravdou.