18th March Wednesday
Another glorious day, an early morning walk to awaken the senses.
I have really enjoyed these past few days.
Having the freedom to walk the dogs and just run their hearts out is not something I cannot do in America. There is nothing close to let our dogs off the leash and letting them run. There are parks a short car journey away, but even then people are reluctant to let their animals loose.
Early morning walks are not something we do, Kelli has her morning rituals, taking an hour to look natural, but she can’t be rushed, just selecting suitable clothing for the day is a complex process, requiring input from the weather channel.
But I guess the main reason for coming back to England is the change of routine that is important, it’s about seeing my friends and family, the cottage doesn’t feel like my home, even though it’s full with my possessions. I’m a transatlantic gipsy trying to integrate with American culture, and maintain the one of my homeland, I need, and always will keep my Britishness.
The day was made perfect by yet another custard slice courtesy of my sister Nicola.
This one had to be savoured as it is likely the last for a while. The excess custard dropped on the plate, I hadn’t perfected the correct eating protocol, nearly, but some of the filling got away from me. This requires “ the finger scoop” which I conducted perfectly.
I continued to wade through the video tapes, finding the one Bob Wood conducted tests on glass doors from back in July 2002, I think it was all about customer confidence, although it did highlight the product vulnerability, not that we didn’t already know that.
Another Lifetime to go 