I gave it a smiley face there because I’m really happy that I’m going home to see my family, but even as I write this I can feel the anxiety tingling away in my chest having a party all on its own.
Big chicken when it comes to flying.
Big melodramatic chicken.
I’ve spent this week saying goodbye to all of my stuff. Slowly at first, but with more sadness yesterday and today.
(Did I mention the melodramatic part?)
That said and done I think it will be good for me to get out of dodge for a while. I’m ready for something to break up the vacuum of stuckness this year has hanging over it.
So yah for me.
On the upside.
Sausages in a crusty roll with Daddy’s sauce.
Fish and Chips
And last, but not least, I’m determined to have a dish from my childhood.
Pie and Mash with lots of liquor – and I don’t mean the alcoholic kind…
All washed down with a pint of bitter.
Hey. If it was good enough for the Queen Mum it’s good enough for me…
So if I don’t come home fatter than I’ve ever been in my whole life, something has gone terribly wrong.
Might have to have the old arteries checked out also.
Best wishes and let it be a really good Happy New Year to everyone.