It certainly does not feel as if we have been in America for a whole month but tomorrow we fly back home to wet and windy (and very cold) England. Hard to understand that, as we bask in sunshine here in LA in shorts and t-shirt, that tomorrow we will be setting off with sweaters and jackets in our hand luggage ready to wear on our arrival in Manchester on Wednesday afternoon.
Today we fulfilled one of Mary's desires, to have a hot turkey sandwich down at Al Reads for lunch - yes, she took her tin of Cranberry Jelly - good job - they did not have any. Now Mary and the waitress thought we English were a slate loose of a shilling because we wanted fries with our hot turkey sandwich and not mashed potatoes. When asked if we wanted "gravy" we really did not know what to say so we chose one with and one without. I drew the short straw and had the one without. Now we understand the concept of the mashed potato with the turkey sandwich WITH gravy.
Some of you may know that I entered a competition at Blade Rubber before I left, only because they had only had one entry and were appealing for more. Well, this is my journal page - and it came in second place.
The subject was "where I spent my summer holidays" so this is about Happy Valley in Llandudno.
Next time I write it will be back in England - snuggling up with central heating and woolly jumpers no doubt. Roll on next January!
