Travelling, travelling, travelling

Thursday 15th December

We are heading back to England later today, car loaded up with wine, and presents for children, grandchildren, my sister’s family and Mum and Dad.  And I am not looking forward to the journey.  I don’t drive and am a reluctant passenger at best.  A lot of the journey will be in the dark; Winter really is the worst time of year to drive back.  But as Harry Chapin once sang, “it’s got to be the going, not the getting there, that’s good.”   And once there we will see everyone.  The grandchildren are all growing up fast; the three older ones are young adults with boy and girlfriends already.  I suppose the next milestone will be becoming a Great Grandad, how old must you feel then?

And thankfully my parents are still alive and going strong, where many of our friends out here, many younger than us are parentless already.  Like my own mortality, we hope it’s a while off yet.

And my daily blog, which I have rarely missed may not appear quite so regularly.  Have patience, normal service will be resumed shortly….