Are you my godson?

For some reason, when I ask Eddie that question, he immediately grins broadly, and says 'no-no-no-no' in delighted tones... which means of course I have to say 'yes-yes-yes-yes' in equally delighted tones, at which point we both dissolve in giggles. And of course, I ask him regularly ;)

Spent a gorgeous day with the Boy today, doing all the things he likes best (going through the pedestrian tunnel under Marylebone Road, watching buses, spotting taxis and 'racing cars', stopping for twenty minutes to let him go through a sandwich-board 'tunnel' over and over, wandering in Regent's Park in any direction he chose, sitting in the grass and playing with sticks, crossing the bridge four times and sitting on the low stone parapet, kicking a soccer ball, playing in the sandpit... all manner of random delightful things). Because of course, the Joneses are off to Aus again tomorrow, and while I'm glad for all that promises for them, and know that we'll stay in each other's hearts and prayers, nothing will ever be quite the same again.

Dream Sequence

I've now been back in London for longer than I was in Aus, and already it's receded, and become far away, as it was before I went... what astounded me though was how little time it took for it to become familiar, and seem like home again; it probably took less than a day.

When I went to the folder where I have been storing the photos I've chosen for this post (out of the hundreds that I took), I was intending to categorise them, and give them numbered filenames, ready to post with captions and explanations and stories, but when I saw them all jumbled up in there, so perfectly evocative of all the different experiences and meetings and places that made up being at home again, I thought I'd let them speak for themselves :)

(NB there aren’t really enough of all the people I caught up with – it’s so hard to take photos and maintain a decent conversation – but if you’re not there, it’s not because I didn’t LOVE seeing you ;) )