We are here, we are well.

I feel very displaced and can’t imagine that I lived here for so long. It seems strange to be back, kind of welcoming, yet kind of disconcerting.

I am very aware that I do not live here anymore, that it is no longer my home, and instead of revelling in my being away, am instead kind of wishing I were home doing my own Christmas-y things. Decorating my own way, watching my own tv in the evening, stringing popcorn and cranberries. Making pumkin soup and mulled wine. But you know, there are novelties, like minced pies and proper English tea (which I flippin’ LOVE, and am thinking that I’m going to adopt that bit of culture and start making scones and inviting people ’round for tea).

Duncan is his usual maniac self, and loving the time with his Dad and uncles, although he did brilliantly on the plane. He didn’t sleep (!!) but he was ridiculously well behaved. I think he must be genetically dispositioned for travel, that or just has gotten used to it in his short life. Though he’s a bit of a hellion in every other situation, he does really well on long journeys. Which, I am thankful for.

Am also loving the mugs of tea and pudding (dessert) after every meal.

Yes. So. I am merely blogging for the sake of it, I don’t feel as if I don’t have anything great to share. Things are less awkward between O. and I than I had imagined they would be. But the situation itself if more awkward than I thought it would be. If that makes any sense.

Hope all of you are well, I haven’t been reading blogs much, I get only sporadic computer time and have been in bed before ten every night, most nights before nine. It’s pathetic, really.