There and Back Again?

When I was a kid I always dreamed that I would end up in some far flung place - Australia was favourite - and return home having discovered some thing amazing or be really grown up or some other thing that would have massive impact on the the people who stayed behind.

I haven't been to Australia yet, Keith would love to go to Canada, some of our friends at Church have really exotic holidays and it's that which has prompted this blog, because to be honest, I just like being home and this revelation has left some people astonished ( Richard have you closed your mouth yet?)

We had a truely amazing holiday in America, but I felt odd - I used the phase, 'I feel so far away from home' during one very wobbly moment and my friend said,'Well that's because you are!'

It's not that I really love England - it's a bit rubbish sometimes and the old Australia urge reared it's head last week when there was an announcement in a paper that the entrance criteria for Poms was going to be less stringent - but I would hate it I think.

We once had to consider moving to Feltham, because of Keith's job, when Joe was little and went looking for houses and driving down one street and made a startling observation, 'No one in this street knows me!'

It's not that I particularly like living in Romford either - that's a bit rubbish too sometimes. Most evenings we can't park our cars anywhere near our house and we pay for the privilege of that.

I don't know what it is, but it's really annoying in many ways and now some of my friends think I'm a bit of a freak - ahem what's new there maybe??

Still can't load pics and that's very cross making - yuk!