Ginger, Katie and Lanie were at the airport to meet me when I arrived at Springfield.
It is nine fifty-five pm in the UK and three fifty-five pm in Dallas. I got up at four am this morning to travel to Heathrow with Ian and Robert, Robert came along to see me off. Now after eighteen hours I’m sitting in the Springfield bound ‘plane, at Dallas Fort Worth waiting for the last of the passengers to board.
This is one of those lists of things you should do / have done.
Today was my last day at work. This is what I said to my friends and colleagues.
Back in August I was asked if I would mind if one of my nudes was used for a drawing. Today I got an email and a link to the completed picture, and I was able to surprise Ginger with a link. So, Nathan, thanks for asking, and thank you for an excellent drawing.
My mother’s Christian name is a little different, being a combination of two fairly common names into something a little more unusual. When Ginger was staying I told her the story of my mother’s name, producing my birth certificate with a flourish as proof I had to eat my words when I saw her name wasn’t spelled the way I thought it should be. I had to make an excuse about the story behind her name obviously being a family myth…