Every now and then, my mind wanders back to that moment when I was sitting on the plane, looking out the window, realising that I’m about to land in England to meet my boyfriend at the airport.
The thoughts flying through my head:
- Wow, I’m finally here. 7 hours wasn’t that long.
- Look, the sun is coming up (it went down at lightning speed to me, and back up again)
- Hmmm… look at the traffic… it’s really backwards (to me)
- Look at the old buildings..
- (Big smile) OMG… Ian is waiting for me at the airport! (stares at Heathrow airport… thinks “OMG… again”).
- Hmmm… how long will it take to get through border control?
- Ummmm… *will* I get through border control?
- Are the questions over yet?
- Yay! I’m in! Now, where do I go?
- There’s my luggage (grabs it)
- Wonders what I would have to declare in customs already. Goes the “no customs to declare” way.
- I’ll just peek through doorway into the arrivals lounge. Notices handsome man in spiderpig t-shirt looking around.
- (jumping up and down inside… and ever since, really)
This is what happy is. 🙂 I recorded every second of my visit to England in my head.. meeting Ian, meeting Gem and Fletch, meeting family, adjusting to different ways of saying things, walks through the park and the market.. but mostly just relaxing and feeling at home.
I’ll be back. 🙂
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Ahhhhhhh.
Hey, and it all happens again at Christmas – except you’re there…and I’m there!!! Woop woop! 🙂
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Awwwww….just like a Mills & Boon classic ! (so I’ve heard).
I get a lot of those feelings and thoughts everytime I fly here, even after all these years. Mostly it’s centered around the ‘will they let me in’ thought.
One light item for you to bring, Ian. A small box of Christmas crackers. Wearing the hats, reading the stupid jokes and pulling the crackers will go down a treat here.
See the problem is, Silverback, that I was completely unware that Christmas crackers are a total mystery to the average American (I’ve checked and my own pet American had never heard of them and a quick survey seems to indicate that this is the norm) – so I thought: “wow, I *must* take some with me when I go over at Christmas.
And then it occurred to me that crackers contain gunpowder.
And Orange jumpsuits don’t suit me (although I suspect Guatanamo sunshine would improve my pallid British complexion no end – well, right up until the point it sears my face to a pleasing shade of over-cooked Christmas turkey).
SO my question here is: can Christmas crackers be taken (legally) to Barak’s brave new world? If so do I run the risk of being sniffed out by some automated terrorist-detecting electronic nose thus resulting in hours of gentle and insistent probing by the Department of Homeland Insecurity?
I’m keen to avoid prolonged contact with water boards of any kind – especially since I genuinely do not know the colour of Osama Bin Laden’s pyjamas and other such useful information and therefore can only say “I have no idea, please stop doing that thing to my belly-button” which is, of course, exactly what they would expect me to say if I was a filthy truth-witholding enemy of the state…
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You and me both!…although I was watching the ‘virtual’ version of course :o) Amazing day/week….you had better be back girl! ;o)
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I used to visit your previous blog. Thsi one is very imaginatively done. Enjoying reading your posts.
Best wishes,
Vivek
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Ian – arf 🙂
SB – Don’t encourage him to bring anything with gunpowder in it, no matter how slight. 🙂
Gem – Yes, you even set your alarm that day. hehe
Vivek – Thanks for coming back!
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That is so sweet. I’m happy that you are so happy.
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Thanks, Melissa. 🙂 That means a lot. xx
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