For those of you who may have the impression that I am a wizened old dear rocking gently back and forth in a rocking chair.....let me dispel any delusions. The rocking chair is simply a comfortable old thing I like curling up in. As in I can sit on my feet and rock. Quite fast at times. It depends on the mood. Good grief, I sound totally "off my rocker"!! Note - I can still sit on my feet. I can still bend. The fact that I can't walk when I stand up after lengthy intervals of sitting on those feet is irrelevant. Or that I look like a crone as I hobble about afterwards until I straighten up and reach a full head of steam as I regain all feeling in my extremeties. I am a constant source of mirth for my family.
Yesterday was a wonderful day. One of those golden days which happen now and then. Just lovely. I am still smiling. It was a beautiful, sunny day and I hopped on a train to London, and went to see Jeana . She is absolutely right. This is exactly why blogging is such a delight. We started chatting as though we had known each other for years the moment we met at the station, and did not stop all day. And can I just say here, that she has the most delightful children I have come across in a very, very long time. That could well be because they have spectacular parents of course!
We had so much to talk about (like radiators and supermarkets and the fact that cornflour is cornstarch and what kind of sausages to buy - the important things in life, not to mention history, the economy, education.....) and so help me, have not even made a dent in the list of things we wanted to discuss. I watched her make black eyed peas and cornbread as we chatted, making mental notes so I can try them at home too. We sat at the park watching the children play, and there was so much laughter and such easy conversation that time just flew by. And she has now tasted hot cross buns! I can educate people, you know! Hot cross buns are important. It was so nice to get to meet Scott too, and we all had a lovely meal together, and then I had to come home. How can time whizz by so fast? We do have a couple of photos. Remind me never ever to let a child who is shorter than me take a photo without standing on a chair in future. I do not need to see the chin(s) up close and in detail.
I am really hoping that they can all come up here to visit, so I can show them a little more of the country. It was a lovely day. Jeana is a delight. She is gentle, caring, and such fun to be around. I have a new friend in real life. And it is not over by a long way.
Two women sitting in a park, from two continents, meeting on a third continent, two vastly different lives and experiences, different ages, different accents, and yet so much in common. Anyone watching us would have thought we had known each other for a long time. Without blogging, this would never have happened. We would never have met. I can't begin to imagine how much I would have missed.
Adventures are good. Very good. I could have spent the day on the couch reading. I didn't. I met Jeana.