Friday.  One week at Home.

Being home for the past week has been great.  I really see how much I left behind.  I was worried being home would throw a huge curve ball with my current plans, but it has made me wonder how I ever left all this behind?  

The flight home was dull and by the evening, I was exhausted and could barely stay awake in front of the TV and the log fire.  My beloved cat wouldn’t speak to me and ran away when I tried to pet him on the first day – since then, he hasn’t left my side… he is under the duvet cuddled up in bed, sitting on the edge of the bath, next to me on the sofa and at my feet if I am in the kitchen.  He has also remembered to attack my other cat if she dares to approach me when he is at my side.   I have had some amazingly good traditional food…. cottage pie, carbonara, roast dinner, bangers and mash, bacon sandwich with proper brown sauce, hot chocolates, Nandos.  Even by my standards, I have eaten an astonishing amount of junk and snacks.  


I have spent time on the farm, seen the cows,  been up in my favourite fields on the quad bike.  The dentist, the osteopath, cups of tea in the pub, bingo, walks on the moors, numerous hot chocolates, perused the Christmas stuff at Endsleigh, climbed the 94 steps to the top of Smeatons Tower on the hoe, shopping, sitting by the log fire, cuddles with numerous pets and meeting babies.  My friends are the best, they get me, the in jokes, the very English, and also black sense of humour. 

I have been shopping – boot cut jeans are no longer a thing, nightmare to find, New Look offered to email my receipt to me?! You have to pay for bags everywhere, M&S still do a great bra.  I didn’t buy much, I have way too many clothes here, way too many clothes in Canada and no need to ever shop again.


I finally met my nephew and we had a lovely day at the christening.


I realised I adjusted more than I thought to driving automatic and had some embarrassing stalls in the first couple of days.  The freedom of having a car again is priceless.  Businesses have rebranded, new ones have sprung up, petrol stations have disappeared and the whole area around where I live seems to be under construction with road closures.  We have a Lidl being built near me.  I wont be going.  I loved my time in Tesco, and Iceland.  I will be sure to visit Sainsbury’s before I leave.

I attempted to sort through some of my stuff to clear out the junk I have packed into my storage unit, but I quickly realised it was a daunting and seemingly endless task, so locked it back up and pretending it doesn’t exist.

I have been excitedly filling my iPad with BBC iPlayer goodies for when I am on the plane.  Also because my bedroom here has no wifi.  

It feels as though I never left.  Canada feels like a dream.  Another world.  I could almost not have gone yet, like on a TV show where the last 18 months were a vivid dream, but then I look around and see my Blue Jays merch scattered around my room.  I did some job hunting today and started an application for a job starting in January in Toronto – first ad I have seen since the Jays finished that I felt excited about.  Fingers crossed.

Tuesday night – 5 nights left

A night out on Saturday was good fun.  Cheesy music, good friends, Malibu, dancing.  Plymouth chavs were out in force.  I saw someone passed out before midnight, lots of exposed muffin tops,  bleached hair, bad roots, terrible accents, shots in test tubes, dancing, happy people, street pastors, burger vans, drunks wandering around the roads, smile on the tiles, police.  Lovely time.  Home at 430am for a Rustlers burger.  Escaped a hangover, but had a nice lazy day anyway on Sunday.  

A trip to my Great Aunt yesterday was enjoyable.  Out for lunch – gammon, breaded garlic mushrooms and lots of looking at Canada photos.  All you can eat buffet with some prison pals in the evening.  Too full for this still.  Luckily my friend brought anti bloating tablets so we could get our money’s worth of food – Chinese, Indian, chocolate fountain.

I started packing this evening.  Mr Jinx wont stop cuddling, I don’t want to leave him again. 

Thursday night

Yesterday was a random day and I had the time to go for a nice drive up around Burrator, Princetown and  Cadover.  So pretty.  Why would anyone leave?  Just a few maple trees to give the beautiful red colouring to the autumn leaves, and that would be the perfect mix.



My final night in Plymouth.  I had battered sausage and chips.  I watched The Apprentice, and had a look at some other trashy TV to see what’s what.  Log fire lit.  Dog indoors, cat on the sofa.  Picked up some more bracelets I ordered made from Follys hair.  Haven’t been out in the horse yard –  I dont want to and I still don’t know what to do with her ashes.   Two nights in Brighton before I leave.   Last morning checking the cows, driving around the field on the quad bike and off to Brighton with car snacks galore.

Brighton

More battered sausage and chips, lots of cuddles with the nephew, a stroll on the seafront, seeing my sister and her boyfriends house for the first time since they gutted it and moved in, trashy TV and I am in bed for the last night in the UK for this year.  Devastated at leaving Mr Jinx again.

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