Did you miss me?

Thanks to everyone who logged on whilst I was on holiday and thanks for all the wonderful comments and kindness. It is though, good to be home again.

The journey was uneventful, in so much as an over night crossing can be. The queue for embarkation reminded me what a jolly lot the Brits are. There were three 'Morgan' cars in the queue, in livery, as they had been part of a ralley to the Vendee. Small boys, big boys and blokes in general were clambering all over them. Instead of being snooty, the drivers allowed kids to climb all over their cars, for mums and dads to take photos of their children in the cars. Three robust (I'm trying to be polite, but portly older gentlemen) were driving the cars and, even though they had caused such a commotion that  I thought they would tire of the fuss and yet, they accomodated all the little boys who 'wowed' and wanted to have a look.

Normally, any journey for me on that ferry is a nightmare, usually because people can't keep themselves or their children to a level of acceptable behaviour. It was all very good humoured, calm and quiet.

My trip to the supermarket also reminded me what a good humoured nation we are and why, for another reason, that it's good to be home. Firstly, we know when our supermarkets will open or shut. There is no mystery; they open at 8am on Monday and close, after continuously being open, on Saturday evening at 10pm and open from 10 am until 5pm on Sunday. That's more of less the same across the whole country. No early closing to celebrate the patron saint of carmen rollers or any other event and they don't close for lunch. Hooray for the humble British supermarket! Also, the food is dead, and not swimming or crawling around when you get in there..............I really don't want a chat with my lunch before I eat it. Finally, the British shopper does not see shopping as a social event or a sport; they do not need to chat, or even talk at all. Nor do they have to poke, sniff, squeeze food, nor do they throw you out of the way if they want the bunch of carrots that you're looking at. In fact, it's the opposite; if they have a bunch of carrots that you want, they will promptly put them down, apologise profusely and scuttle off in a cloud of shame. Oh yes, in deed, it's good to be home.

I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day, with laundry, house cleaning and preparing to go back to work. This time tomorrow, I will be busily and happily back at work, with just a bit of me wishing I could sit in the sunshine for one more day. Now, all I have to do, is be ever so frugal and careful and save up for the holiday next year.

Until tomorrow,

Froogs xxx