Goodbye is the hardest thing to say.
Three weeks of having the Parents over flew by too quickly. Mum came with a luggage full of food and four different types of chilli sauces she had made at home. Rocks.
Dad’s masterful sketches of the trains and spires and streets we visited continue to make me wonder if I was picked up from a trash can. Where did all that artistic gene go?!
Thank you for making us feel at home here, cooking all kinds of wonderful foods and making the house spick and span and thoroughly cosy and lovely during your visit.
We miss you. We’ll be home soon too.