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.

It's Groundhog Daaaaaaaay....

So I started to pull together a post about where the time goes and dang me if I didn't realise that writing the damn thing was boring even me to tears.

(Note to self; if a blog post bores even the writer it is not good news. Abort, abort).

So I'll do what I always do when short of an innovative idea for a post; I will relate a conversation with one of my children...

It's 7.00am on Monday and still dark outside (heaven help us when the clocks have gone back this weekend). Boy #2 does NOT want to get out of bed - and I don't blame him. However, needs must, and in the interests of keeping things on an even keel, I remind him that at the end of this week we are heading back to the UK for half term and will be visiting family there.

He immediately perks up.

Boy #2: "So are we going tomorrow? Is it tomorrow? Is it? Is it?"

Me: "No, on Friday, after school."

Boy #2: "Is that today, then?"

Me: "No, on Friday. Today is Monday. We have today, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday to go through before we reach Friday. So that's 4 sleeps."

Boy #2: "4 sleeps. OK. So is that tomorrow?"

Me: "No, first we have Monday (today), Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and then it's Friday."

Boy #2: "Friday! Hurray! It's Friday! Are we going to England today?"

Repeat to fade...

Is it any wonder that my life sometimes feel like Groundhog Day?