Going Home....
One of the weirdest things about going back to England was realising how much we'd adapted to life in the States. When we arrived in Stone (home of family Saxton), Chris and I walked into town and just stared at buildings. We noticed how old everything was, how "quaint" it all looked. Then we looked at each other and realised that we sounded a lot like American tourists and promptly changed the subject.
Needless to say - England was cold. Damp and cold - and nothing could get me warm! What do you do when you are so cold you feel it in your bones? That said we still went out for walks cos we liked the wind and the rain and the English countryside ( I know, sounding like tourists again!)
Lots of things made our trip to England great. Of course seeing family and friends is always a great thing. But there's more. BBC News, which included news coverage of more than one country.Ahem. Always, always, a good thing. The local chippy. Bring. It. On. For Chris - English chocolate made him very happy, as did a night in the pub watching FOOTBALL, not soccer, on Sky. For me, walking around shops like Oasis or WHSmiths. Going to TK Maxx and as usual Chris finding loads of things, and me finding nothing at all, just like old times. And a bottle or two of Supermalt (a wonderful non alcoholic malt drink enjoyed by discerning Nigerians around the world, I'll have you know) is ALWAYS a GOOD THING.
Pet Peeve - stores that say they are open 24 hours and when you get there, they're closed. What's up with that?
As for Tia - she loved it all. She saw snow for the first time and stared dutifully at it as we all adopted stupid voices as we tried to tell her what an amazing thing it was. And I don't even like snow. That's motherhood for you.
Tia also found her voice during our stay in the UK. Which was great, except that she decided to test it out at four am. I know how to stop her crying, but how do you stop her talking? The girl can talk! I have no idea where she gets that from.
So it was great going home. But it was great coming back home, to fresh sunny Phoenix days. The weather has turned. Time to put the sandals and shorts away and bring out the jeans, shoes and maybe, just maybe - a jacket.
Needless to say - England was cold. Damp and cold - and nothing could get me warm! What do you do when you are so cold you feel it in your bones? That said we still went out for walks cos we liked the wind and the rain and the English countryside ( I know, sounding like tourists again!)
Lots of things made our trip to England great. Of course seeing family and friends is always a great thing. But there's more. BBC News, which included news coverage of more than one country.Ahem. Always, always, a good thing. The local chippy. Bring. It. On. For Chris - English chocolate made him very happy, as did a night in the pub watching FOOTBALL, not soccer, on Sky. For me, walking around shops like Oasis or WHSmiths. Going to TK Maxx and as usual Chris finding loads of things, and me finding nothing at all, just like old times. And a bottle or two of Supermalt (a wonderful non alcoholic malt drink enjoyed by discerning Nigerians around the world, I'll have you know) is ALWAYS a GOOD THING.
Pet Peeve - stores that say they are open 24 hours and when you get there, they're closed. What's up with that?
As for Tia - she loved it all. She saw snow for the first time and stared dutifully at it as we all adopted stupid voices as we tried to tell her what an amazing thing it was. And I don't even like snow. That's motherhood for you.
Tia also found her voice during our stay in the UK. Which was great, except that she decided to test it out at four am. I know how to stop her crying, but how do you stop her talking? The girl can talk! I have no idea where she gets that from.
So it was great going home. But it was great coming back home, to fresh sunny Phoenix days. The weather has turned. Time to put the sandals and shorts away and bring out the jeans, shoes and maybe, just maybe - a jacket.
posted by Jo Saxton at 11:48 PM
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