Now, readers, this may be a shock to you as it was to me, but, the UK continues above North Yorkshire. Yes it does! There’s a whole other country up there. I’ve visited it once before when I went to the Isle of Skye which I remember chiefly for its very assertive sheep, but I had never been to a city. Well, now I have been to Edinburgh for my aunt’s 50th birthday (this is not Aunty Kath. I have a lot of relatives. Sometimes Partner turns to me as some remote hill tribe in Afghanistan is discussed on the news and says, very solicitously, and do you think they might be related to you, Susie? He is very sarcastic. I don’t listen).
|The angel of the north as seen from the A1. It isn't a real angel. It's made of metal|
|Gosh aren't we high up. Mum and dad keeping an eye on things|
|I think the trams run for about 6 feet and then stop and possibly this is not the best possible use for all the money that has been spent|
|Always eat the free biscuit|
|Always make time for a coffee. View from the coffee shop. On the plus side we got free chocolates, on the minus side a fan blew in dad's ear|
I have essentially been asleep since I got back to Cambridge because we were very busy, and also there was a Sausage Incident. I will not go into this in detail, I will only say that the man who was doing breakfasts in the B&B did not understand our accents, and we did not understand his. He was very, very helpful: but a lot of dipthongs were involved, and it resulted in quite a long exchange regarding whether I was anticipating the inclusion in my cooked breakfast of either bacon or beans, and my mother being presented triumphantly with an Unwanted Sausage. I imagine that man is sitting now, perhaps in the very nice back garden, saying to his wife, ‘Goodness me! That woman wasn’t clear at all about whether she wanted bacon or beans! They do have strange accents, don’t they?’, only all the vowels will take half an hour to say. So when I got home and discovered that David Cameron had said socialists have no sense of humour, I thought, well, that’s as maybe, but I’ve just spent the last three days laughing solidly about a sausage. I’m not sure whether that proves his point or blows it out the water.
See you all tomorrow!