26th November 2017
So the time has come to pack all my crap into my case and head back to the UK.
I rushed around this morning planing timber for a shelf to fit a returned piece that I had farted about with for a few weeks. It became more relevant when a piece we had just finished sold today before it was taken to Lakeshore. It is great when this happens, although the lady intended to use it as a kennel for her dog. She described how she was going to cut the centre of the doors away to make access. I could see Kelli cringe, but with money in her hand they can do whatever they want.
I said my goodbyes to the dogs, they will have to bite somebody else for a while. On the way, we stopped off at Kelli’s family for hugs all round, then off to the airport.
Gerald Ford terminal has been remodelled, and looks slick and modern.
These twelve weeks have been amazing, my adjustment to retirement has felt seamless, and natural. Getting back to the UK will be a big change, and the most daunting, but equally as challenging.
As I sat at the gate I calculated we must have used sixty toilet rolls, heard “Nights in white satin” one hundred and forty times, “Forever Autumn” ninety six times, (live version) and forty five times (album version). I gave Kelli a hard time on this, but she knows I am joking.
She cooked some amazing food, and I can’t wait for more.
I felt sad at leaving because this was the longest time I have spent in the US, but I’m going back.
Another Lifetime to go 