AKA The Pizzlets

And just like that it was time to be packing and going to the airport. The only exciting thing about that was the much-anticipated Chinese meal we had all been salivating over.

I have realized since being over in the States that you never really leave home. All the back road routes and English words came flooding back. Adam was still terrified of mine (and everyone else’s) driving. The cold seemed colder than over in the States though. With the winds it just cuts through you…your bones get cold. The temperatures could be the same but in England it just feels colder. I thought that the noises of the country, the owls hooting and the gun shots and just the quiet would keep me awake but they didn’t. We all slept like rocks most nights probably due to the copious amounts of wine we were drinking. Oh the wine. We will be dry for January to help our livers recoup

But before we left (literally ten minutes before we left) I got some time to get Amelia and her Bazzy’s annual shots doing what she loved the most…being whizzed up and down the lounge in her dolly’s push chair.

I didn’t realize how much I missed home and seeing everyone as they are, doing their everyday things, until I said goodbye after our meal. I suppose this trip was poignant because it may be the last time I see the place before Mum & Dad move here. This time it was harder to leave than when I left to move to the States in 2007. So, to get out of my hopefully temporary funk I got the old girl out of the camera bag and got our very last England pictures. In bed at the hotel Adam read her favorite book…Saffy.

I even got a halfhearted smile from Amelia…it would have been the best I could muster up too. What a wonderful time we had. As I said to Mum, she knows how to receive guests, I just hope that it won’t be too long before we see them again.