Over before it has even begun

So I guess most of you know my Dad has been to visit recently.... and so you would know just how excited I was about it. But time is a tricky thing, deceptive. It felt like years in the lead up to the arrival and then less than a day (so it seemed) later my Dad was back in SA. I know this is an age old grip but once more I would like to say.... wouldn't it be great if we could just stop the clock for once and get to really immerse ourselves in a moment in time.

I take it all back

So after my little rant the other day I got a little reminder about why I love this country so much. Yesterday was THE most glorious autumn day. It was warm, blue skies, not a breath of wind - it just does not get anymore perfect than that. I took Sas up to the park and we sat under a tree watching all the people playing soccer and rugby and I think if it is possible I fell even more in love. I think I have more british blood pumping through me than I know because, as much as I love SA and the beach, there is something magical about autumn in this country.... I have found the city I love the most and I feel so lucky that I get to live in it.

Grr - The British weather

You know, I have always been a firm defender of British weather. All too often I hear people complaining about the weather and normally I would be the first one to jump to Britain's defense. But in every battle there comes a time when one must conceded defeat......and I think for me that time has come.

THE WEATHER HERE IS SUCKY RIGHT NOW.

I love the rain....but only when I am safely indoors and in front of a fire place with a good book.... where I can gaze out of the window and day dream ("Friends" anyone). Last week however I had to venture out in what can only be described as a torential downpour. It less than a 5 min walk to the tube station, and in that time I managed to accumulate a swimming pool in each of my boots (yes boots). Luckily I was on my way to a bible study where I was able to remove my shoes but I am not sure of the girls opinion of me now that they have seen my big toe sticking out of my sock.
As you all well know my motto in life is "always be prepared" , so to that end I have started checking the weather forecast so that I know when to carry a brolly...... and we all know how reliable they are. Guess I will have to resign myself to the fact that this winter I am going to get wet....at least I don't have to worry about curly hair....lol

2 weeks to go

So in 14 days and 9 hours I will be greeting my family at the airport... some of you have not been away for 18 months without any family, but for those of you who have you can appreciate my excitment. I constantly find myself day dreaming about what I am going to do with them while they r here and have the whole airport scenario planned out in my head.
I have come to appreciate London even more now as I look at it through the eyes of someone who might come here for the first time. I've realised that I have walked passed the lights at Picadilly countless times now and hardly even notice that I am standing at one of the most recognised sights in the world.
I am also amazed by just how much history there is in this city. Every corner seems to have some interesting story to tell (I can take you to several street corners where Jack the Ripper got busy - wish I couldn't but there you have it!)
I am eagerly looking forward to exploring many more street corners with my brother.....
14 days 8 hours and 45 minutes.....

Well begun is half done....

Hey all

So after reading a particularly inspiring peace from Foxy Roxy this morning I realised I am WAY overdue in starting my own page. I have also realised that weather you people get busy reading or not it is often cathartic just to write and get all your thought out there into the open space that is the internet. Hope ya'll will enjoy my musings on life.