Forgot

I was so busy soaking up the chance to be with my parents, after such a difficult time to have been parted from them, that I forgot to blog. I suppose there was a big motovation in the beginning, to keep up this blog, from the picture I had in my head of Granny Joy reading her morning blog over a strong coffee and a slice of buttered toast, and Dad and Mum downloading it and reading it over 11am milky coffee and chocolate biscuit. I forgot that it was possibly on the coffee table of a few others. I do love a fancy book for the coffee table. Always felt it would impress visitors. So I quite like the idea of me being there. Sadly, it's bound up in a computer screen, rather than a gilt-edged, leather bound volume. But there you go - modern times.
I left instructions with spook on how to write on the blog, so we have a wee window on life from his perspective over this time, but realise, I should have given the instructions to Meg!
I was woefully unprepared for traveling through time to winter. Having spent a lot of the evening before snuggled up with my daughter instead of packing, and then slept-in the morning of the flight, I managed only to have one pair of pink crocs on my feet and one pair of ski socks in my bag. It was so warm in Christchurch that I left my cardigan in the car, and arrived in Glasgow wearing flight socks and a purple hue with orange spots on my skin (always had that poor circulation look about me). Not the tanned, sophisticated, traveller I had hoped to portray. I could see other passengers looking at me with disdain. At least my warm, winter jacket was in my bag in the hold of the plane, even though it wasnt going to match my crocs.
Sadly, it wasnt in the hold of the plane I was actually travelling in and arrived by some poor wee carrier pigeon, at 6pm that night, 7 hours after me. I can just picture the flying helmet bedecked, Disney like character careering through the skys, trying to catch up with us.