Long time no blog

Finally home again and it feels wonderful. Got a surprise phone call from some out of town friends. Catherine and I joined them for dinner. On the way there we realized that we had both independently been wondering what you say to someone you see for the first time after a boob job. We tried out various options: "Hi, so good to see you. My those turned out well;" "Hi, how are you... and you and you?" We decided not to mention them. So, we're left wondering, what is the etiquette for plastic surgery?

Warwick castle

Sam's birthday party

Down on the Farm

Some shots from the Binsey Fete (raising money to replace the church roof). And one at home on the farm.

England

Here we are, having lunch in Bourton on the Water.

Catherine and her new cousin Rosie.

Adam.

14 year old wisdom

Well, apparently everyone washes their flip flops in the washing machine. I mean, how else would a girl get their myriad pairs of flip flops clean? I learned this today when I came upon a bathtub of floating flops which Catherine sighed had only been necessitated by the washing machine having - heaven forbid- someone else's damp clothes in it. Transfer to the dryer was impossible because There were clothes of Ryan's in the dryer, and a warm soapy bath was drawn for the flops. My wondering about whether the washer was the best way to wash shoes, was met with disdain/confusion: how else does one clean one's shoes? I confess, I had no answer.
We leave for Paris tomorrow and I guess that means clean flip flops are in order. There is much excitement - Sam packed everything he owns clothes-wise yesterday and then schlepped around today in mismatched and ill-fitting clothes deemed not cool enough for Europe.