After the most wonderful two weeks together poor old P has had to return to Hong Kong - he didn't want to go and I most certainly didn't want him to go - but what can you do when that is the only job in his speciality he could find. After more than two years unemployed, and having tried everywhere in the UK and Europe, it was Hong Kong or bust - so Hong Kong it was. It's a bugger to be separated by so many thousands of miles but it is how it is and neither of us can change it at this point in time.
We managed to fit in a couple of days in Switzerland last week, P wanted to catch up with his family whilst he was in Europe and as neither of us wanted to be separated for those couple of days I went along for the ride. It was only really possible thanks to the thrice-weekly flights directly from Bristol to Zurich. Not sure how long they'll keep going as both flights were pretty empty but maybe they do better business in the winter with people heading of for ski holidays. We were both delighted that these flights exist as it made travelling over much much easier (and considerably cheaper) as we didn't have to travel up to Heathrow.
Switzerland was looking particularly beautiful at this time of year - though the English countryside is also looking pretty spectacular right now too. I was surprised to see snow still on the peaks of the mountains but the Swiss, like the rest of Europe, have been cursed with a six-month-long, bitterly cold winter which has meant everything is at least a month late this summer.
The house feels very empty right now but no doubt I'll get used to being on my lonesome again, and poor old P will get used to living in an apartment the size of a shoebox. Our house is not large by any means but P said he felt like he was living in a palace compared to his accommodation in HK. Plus we do have a rather stupendous view which P enjoyed looking at for ages (no view in HK, just the sides of other skyscrapers) and, during the first week of his holiday at least, clear bright blue skies - another thing which is in short supply in HK apparently.
Unless I go out to visit him (and I'm really not sure I could hack such a long flight) it'll be Christmas before I see P again. Much as I normally loathe the festering season, this year I'll be wishing it to come round as quickly as possible. Or, maybe, a miracle may happen and he'll find a job in either UK or northern Europe - hmm, don't think I'll hold my breath for that!!