Oh To Be In England…

…now that April’s there. It was certainly surprising to see green-swilled trees and the daffodil heads already dried and scrunched. We took the bus from Heathrow as the easiest way to manage getting home with all the bags, as it avoids London and drops us off at Morrisons down the road. It was actually a really good way of reintroducing us to England, with terraced houses, semis, trees, green fields, village pubs and narrow roads – even the main roads here look too narrow for the bus after New Zealand and America.

So we are back, with forsythia and flowering currant over the lawn which a kindly neighbour has mowed for our arrival (I think I know which one!) It’s all surprisingly dry for April, knobbly soil under the turf and cracks in the flowers beds.

We had blanked out of our minds the awful mess we had to leave the house in after our building disasters of the summer/autumn/winter, so it was a bit of a shock to come back and face it all. It’s very tempting to send a few emails and book a few flights back again, but what a great relief these last three months have been.

And how will I cope, going to work with a greater choice than five shirts and five ties? I’ll be dithering in front of that wardrobe for half the morning!

I hope you have all enjoyed the blog, and that it has given you a taster of our great experiences. It’s been, as they say, a blast.

So, that’s it then. Signing off. Bye!

Noel, Deborah, Rosanna, Conrad and Louis