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Okay to be honest I don't have that much to say. I've arrived in England safe and sound and am chilling with the relatives. I've never fully realized how GORGEOUS this place is. My grandmother's house (now shared with an aunt, uncle and two cousins) is a beautiful bungalow with a gorgeous garden of creeping ivy and flowers over old gardens walls and gates. there is a beautiful paddock ending on the ricker housing two donkies, martha and pickles.
I take Will (a gorgeous slobbery mutt) for long wlaks along the old abandoned railway line which makes robert frost poems look like something out of the ghetto. I stuff myself at meals with rich foods and fresh vegetables from the family garden. We have dinner outside with witty conversation and great table wine.
Driving from London through the country i found an area that looked just like the South African Trans Val. its funny how the more I travel the more I find places look the same but I am increasingly impressed and riveted by them.
the fam is all doing well. its strange to see everyone grown up. It makes me feel both old and immature at the same time. though lots of things seem to make me feel immature right now.
I'm soo happy to be here and its nice to finally relax a bit but i can't stop worrying about some things and people back home.
I guess no matter what I do I'm just a worrier.