We have less than 50 days to go and I STILL have not brought this blog to what it should be, "An account of an American living in Norfolk England".
It's more of an, "I'm too lazy to write in my journal, so I'll just type randomness on my blog" kind of a blog actually.
Perhaps we'll be stationed here again sometime in the future and I can start fresh.
But, sticking to form, here's the latest important stuff:
I recently saw a recipe I just HAD to try. It required a package brownie mix. Since we're trying to use up all the things in our cupboards (flour, sugar, cocoa etc), it was a real splurge, but I bought the mix.
Today... I can NOT remember the recipe or where I saw it or even what it was -cake? bars? No idea.
My mind has gone awol.
The kids will have plain old brownies tonight. I can't be bothered.
Son Number One plucked K-girl up out of Arizona and took her back home.
We'll see what transpires in the next few months, but for now, we're just going to celebrate what is and not stress about what might be.
She had her first scan and I can officially announce... (drum roll please) IT'S A....
...Baby. Too early to determine the gender, sorry.
Sexy Guy and I decided to see a local Hall. It's 30 minutes away, we own a free pass and yet for some reason, we have just never gone. Glad we did!
|There's letters from Henry VIII as well, but those pics are blurry|
We are mad sightseeing couple these days.
Here's one of our other favourite places:
The trick is to go at night to avoid trolley rage. Free bus-pass Senior days should be seriously avoided.
Or Sausage and Tomato style sandwich filling.
Key word here "style".
I actually prefer the sweets section...
We bid a sad farewell to people that we've sat close to for years and got misty-eyed as we clapped our team off for the last time. Clap, clap, clap, sniff. Clap, clap clap, sniff.
We stayed until the stadium was nearly empty.
Goodbye Norwich City.
We attended our last village Drynkkings May Day Fayre,
complete with Morris Dancers
and cute little Rainbow Girls in the parade. The one with the wrong shirt on would belong to me...
I should've said, "And you find passing huge barrels of flaming tar around a crowd while burning Guy Fawkes effigies in November normal?"
I love England.
Less than 50 days to go.
How will I survive any more "lasts"?