Home thoughts from - well, Home actually...

I've been back in the UK for 12 days now and here are few random observations:

It's a good thing I don't claim to be a practicing Roman Catholic. Or Boy #2's question of "Why are they all eating biscuits?" during mass last Sunday might have blown the whistle on that one.

I used to think that the roads here were infested by 4x4's. Having spent the last 18 months driving on Moscow's mean streets were I was truly surrounded by them, I am delighted to report that here in the UK, actually there really aren't that many of them...

The warmer weather of the last few days has shown me that some women here can't check their back view before leaving the house. Nothing else could explain the high number of 'black g-string under transparent-in-the-sunshine white dress' offences that I've encountered recently. (And this is not to mention the red and white polka-dot pants under white linen trousers sported by the lady in front of me at church on Sunday...)

The NHS, the fantastic wine merchant on the High St in Wells, the Royal Academy, Waterstones, Waitrose, and Boots the Chemist; I love you. That is all.

Boots Opticians. You are the devil's work. That is all.