You see I really do miss all things British particularly when it comes to a lack of reality TV and thought that requires the use of brain cells.I have been accused of a lack of patriotism,forsaking my closest friends and acting like the Anthony Blunt of modern times. Far from it as treading the old roman paths of "ye olde England" has given me a new found appreciation for anglo appreciation.
I only have 2 days left now before leaving for sweaty old Cambodia and having spent a great deal of time surrounded by family and friends I can only say that tears are apparent and that Yasmin gets more adorable every time I see her. I do worry that at 4 years old my niece will see me as a fleeting memory in her pink and yellow world and that Josh my 6 year old nephew will hate me for leaving after having introduced him to the laser game which involves forcefields,swords and " booby games" that mean that my sisters bras are flung in my general direction..... yes my niece and nephew are officially strange.
I do look forward to my South East Asian return and all the strange circumstances that surround it, but a mixture of feelings arise and I love to wallow. Said goodbye to Drew and Jill yesterday and I felt somewhat strange and a little guilty....... am I taking them for granted? They have looked after me so well,fed me and put up with all my wittering and we said goodbye on quite a low key moment. Not that I'm one for teary farewells, but I felt that D and J deserved more, so I say now in the presence of the digital super highway, if you ever stay in Brighton, East Sussex,England look up Jill and Drew as they will treat you fabulously.
If anyone has any suggestions as to what to do whilst sitting in an airport for six hours, I welcome all ideas. I only say this as my Ian Rankin book will only last for so long and the airport at Kuala Lumpor is currently a building site. Well there we go..... purely selfish,nothing that enhances human kind....... just my traveling difficulties, but they're mine...ALL MINE!! I look forward to tomorrow as we are watching films all chosen secretly whilst nibbling on junk food and coiffing fine wine. My film is " Black Windmill" starring Michael Caine and as far as I know the only major production to mention Hassocks, the small village where I grew up.
Take care and give me some shorts.
