Well, it has been two weeks shy of two months since I’ve seen that handsome devil in the picture with me (taken in May 2010 in York). I was losing hope that I’d see him before Christmas. I was losing my mind. I was losing my grip on politeness and definitely losing my composure.
Today we found a cheap flight…and now my world has righted a bit. I will be back in the UK to visit from 16-31 August. Back with no car. Back on the buses and trains and in taxis. Back at Sainsbury’s and ASDA and eating at Nando’s. Back right next to Mr. Dunne, and you’ll be hard pressed to pull me away from him, at least not for very long.
I can’t wait. I can’t wait for the English voices on the tannoy. I can’t wait for Daisy to be curled up on me on the sofa and Mills to be purring in my hair as I go to sleep at night. My family is the most important thing to me in the world, and I can’t wait for all of us to be on the same continent, even if it is only for two weeks.
Roll on August!