But…I Miss You

I know it’s not convenient. It’s 10,100 miles of inconvenience.

I know it’s not practical. It’s 10,100 miles of impracticalities.

I know it’s not straightforward. I am with someone else now.

But…I miss you, all the same.

My train was waiting for fifteen minutes at Coventry. I have no idea why it was waiting. Perhaps just to torture me with memories of how it felt to arrive there and run from the train up the steps and across the station to meet you. I was always so excited to arrive at Coventry.

But this time, I was just stuck on a London bound train, waiting at Coventry station for no obvious reason at all. I miss you terribly. I miss those train journeys to Coventry, all of the excitement of seeing you again.

I miss you…like the deserts miss the rain.

Burning Off Calories

Oh the mayhem that is our family hanging out during the winter bank holidays! So much fun! Games, epic hide and seek, karaoke and dancing. A lot of dancing. The little kids in our family absolutely love dancing.

A lamp was broken, but other than that, no casualties. A great time had by all. Nobody allowed to stay on the sofa. After all the yummy soup, lasagne and garlic bread, chilli and rice, cheesecake and trifle (yes that’s what we have been eating all week!) we made sure we burnt off the calories.

We kind of do things our own way. So much fun!!!

The Problem With Jumpers

I keep on seeing the advert from Marks And Spencers for jumpers. I like it. Yeah, I do. Not going to deny that.

Now I like jumpers. I do. Not going to deny that. The problem with jumpers is CENTRAL HEATING. Jumpers are great to wear when you go out into the cold. England can be very cold in the winter. A jumper is a very fine thing indeed.

However, the moment you rock up at the home of your friends, they open the front door and a wave of hot air comes blasting out at you. A jumper is a nightmare. I would overheat and faint if I kept it on. So invariably, I want to pull my jumper off. That means make-up all over the collar. It means my hair is messed up and ends up all static. And I end up sitting in a vest top because my friends have turned the central heating up so high, I may as well be on a beach in the Caribbean.

So I am going to admit to you, for all of these reasons – I am a cardi girl!