And she's off again...
To here: I was craving England, I had to go. Just for a few days you understand. I had a spare ticket hanging around, just begging to be used, so this morning I jumped on a plane.
And here I am, wondering how long they'll manage without me. Will they live on pizza and sandwiches? Probably. Will they watch too much TV? Of course. Will they remember to brush their hair? I doubt it, but I don't really care. I have just a few days to indulge in as much Englishness as I can handle because I won't be able to visit again until at least November.