When Marilyn comes....

I want to go here because it is very beautiful and you can shop and shop and look at lovely things and see street acts.

And here because you can't visit London and not go here, but you have to dress nicely and behave or you aren't allowed in......la de da.

If we are feeling at all guilty for leaving our children ( and in all truth that SO isn't a plan at all) we might have to pop into THIS SHOP and not buy anthing because, hell, with those prices we could so eat somewhere posh later.

When we come back to my house and see how not clean and tidy it is because, H, who is a bit gorgeous and splendid but is a man, who can look after 3 children or clean but both? I suspect not. Throw in his refound love of genealogy, a laptop and an iMac I think he loves a litle bit more than me....I don't hold out much hope for a gleaming house that smells of febreeze and crisp new sheets. No, I don't. Sorry Marilyn.
Well we will definately go to Acora because Marilyn wants to and he is brilliant.

We will eat H's homebaked scones and cream.
Fish and chips, pasties and Indian food from the take away around the corner that I was so going to post a link to but ARGH!! scarey people might then know where I live, yikes. Be careful , almost forgot.

I am looking forward to driving Marilyn around our tiny streets and taking her shopping in quaint shops, ye olde ones even. Pub lunches and as much as we can cram into those to few days.

I'm even looking forward to getting the bus to London, all on my own and peaceful. Waiting at the airport for my lovely friend who looks after grandpa and made me feel at home for the first time in that big old country that wasn't friendly to me. Typical that the decision to move had already been made when Marilyn moved into the house next door.
Never mind, I have never regretted coming home, not even for a second. I am beyond excited that Marilyn is coming here though. Can't wait!!
Are your bags packed yet Marilyn?