HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROARD

It is silly to try and keep things as they used to be. Traditions and places and folk were never what they used to be anyway. However for exiles it is OK to be silly sometimes. It has been 30 years now away from the UK. Do I miss certain things? Oh yes I do.

Marmite and similar essentials get sent to me so I cannot complain there. But fish and chips within a newspaper dripping with vinegar and mixed with salt is dearly missed and i must try to stop smelling and thinking about it if I am to remain sane.

Mushy peas --- Oh dear me, another lusty sin of mine that is missed. Mushy peas with mint sauce. Damn it i have just had an orgasm. Forgive me.
Pubs in North Wales on a Friday night when the locals sang and I dared not open my mouth to sing with them. They were beautiful even if many suffered from mines and abuse from profiteers. Oh how they sang. Shivers down me spine and a beauty beyond measure. Keswick in winter time ......... walking legless across to Wasdale .... and ...