Thanks for popping in.
Went and queued up on the M25 for a few hours this morning. That seems to be the state of play on that particular motorway! But it was with good reason and I did it gladly – because I was collecting Grace and her beau Mark from Heathrow!
It’s been a smashing day, drinking tea, talking, laughing, catching up. What a lovely woman she is. Wickedly dry sense of humour. I’ve left them in front of the log fire, watching the box, and have come up here to my little cubbyhole to chat to you. If you read this ’ere blog, you will know that the one thing which saddens me is that both kids live so very far away. New York and San Francisco are just too far. But they are both happy and making a good life where they are, so I should be grateful, I know. It’s so special to have Gracie home for a week. She’s just a bundle of energy and joy. And her fella is a lovely young man, too.
I remember a few years ago, somebody I know was wailing about the fact that their daughter was moving 20 miles up the road. She was absolutely inconsolable for days, and would insist on calling me to offload her despair. Eventually I told her to wind it in, and get a reality check. But I guess to her 20 miles was a long way.
I also remember meeting a French woman in a French market a few years ago. She was talking about her son who was doing his Doctorate in London. She said she missed him, but added, “we don’t have them to keep them, do we?” No is the answer to that. We don’t.
I left England at 22 and didn’t come back until I was 35, so this is just history repeating itself! And my Mum left Germany at the age of 21 and never went back, except to visit. It must run in our blood, this Wanderlust. But boy oh boy! Am I glad I live near my parents now!
Forgive me for not stopping long this evening. I want to spend what little time we have together together!
Love & Hugs,