Worryingly, just as I am thinking about returning to London, driving on the 'wrong' side of the road is feeling 'right'. I am getting used to baking without using kitchen scales. I know not to bother with the brown paper carrier bags with hopeless handles at the supermarket. I say 'call' instead of 'ring'. I say 'cell' instead of 'mobile' and 'soda' rather than 'fizzy drink'.
My family and friends are going to think I have been taken over by an alien (those that hadn't come to that conclusion already of course).
I was mulling this over on the way back from the supermarket. As I heaved my shopping out of the boot (trunk), I saw something rather lovely. Tiger the cat was walking down the path to meet me, closely followed by his new best friend, a wild fawn. Poor Tiger only has one eye, and the fawn had those gawky 'Bambi' legs, sticking out at all angles.
I felt my heart melt.
Earlier in the day, I had been sitting on the veranda for 'Golden Hour' with a peach I had picked off a tree. 'Golden Hour' is at around 5pm, when the sunlight comes down at a particular angle making everything glow. The broad leaves seem to turn a translucent emerald. The dragon flies come out and dart hither and thither. Deer slowly emerge from the forest to graze, and birds start twittering about.
I might have got used to some things here, but I still have to pinch myself to check I'm awake sometimes.
My family and friends are going to think I have been taken over by an alien (those that hadn't come to that conclusion already of course).
I was mulling this over on the way back from the supermarket. As I heaved my shopping out of the boot (trunk), I saw something rather lovely. Tiger the cat was walking down the path to meet me, closely followed by his new best friend, a wild fawn. Poor Tiger only has one eye, and the fawn had those gawky 'Bambi' legs, sticking out at all angles.
I felt my heart melt.
Earlier in the day, I had been sitting on the veranda for 'Golden Hour' with a peach I had picked off a tree. 'Golden Hour' is at around 5pm, when the sunlight comes down at a particular angle making everything glow. The broad leaves seem to turn a translucent emerald. The dragon flies come out and dart hither and thither. Deer slowly emerge from the forest to graze, and birds start twittering about.
I might have got used to some things here, but I still have to pinch myself to check I'm awake sometimes.
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