So, booking early for the couple weeks before Christmas was only £441. I haven't booked it yet (better make sure mom and dad want me) but I got "I'll be home for Christmas" going through the brain and I got all teary - oh I can feel it happening again! I'm going to see snow (I hope) and experience proper cold weather (I'm becoming soft over here) and eat mommy's Grandma S's stew recipe...and decorate german biscuits and see the Christmas Tree decorations we all made when we were little and hear mom singing "here comes Santa Clause" and have a Christmas beer with dad and have Sarah and Matt arrive home on perfectly coordinated time schedules into Belleville and go pick them up at some insanely early hour from the train and have Sarah make wondeful Turkey Soup with the leftovers and have Matt bring his Cheapass Board games home and then go up to camp for New Years (well, perhaps...don't mean to invite myself, Zoic) and it will be sooooo nice! I was excited to the point of just having sent an email to my parents, I then sent one to my manager and signed it "Love, J"
But it's only April.
In other news, Easter this past weekend was amazing! My dear friend Patrik came to visit from Sweden. It was grand to see him again! We chatted and wandered and sang (My favourite is when he sings me "Give me Hope Johanna"...never mind that it's actually an anti-apartheid song!) and I was introduced to the world of Quorn, and he was introduced to the world of Borough Market (and even the "feathers and fur" section, bless him). Ashley and Anna came around for Easter Lunch (and Patrik and I turned about 20 minutes of conversation into a musical and I think poor Ashley was about to kill us...but we all know how I wish life could be a musical...we made it rhyme and everything!), I added more Swedish to my vocabulary: "here", "there", "What?" "Is my Swedish really that bad" and "Six salmon in a salmon box" and we sang Beatles songs (with a brief tribute to Simon and Garfunkle) all the way to the airport on Monday. I wish I could post videos (I must figure that out) so that you all could witness a performance of Give me Hope... but these photos below will have to do for now... (and Ashley, I'm sorry I don't have a picture of you to post here, but you featured in the videos instead!)
Lunch at the National Gallery
A night out with the Flatmate and Sigrid
A Whiz with the guitar...
Fraggle,
ReplyDeleteWe're practically BEGGING you come for New Years!
Of course, it will be at our new house and not at camp (camp visits to play in the snow will definitely happen, though).