Return to 'Laahte' Land

It was depressing to realise I have been institutionalised in the South.  Of course I still say 'bath' and 'raspberry' correctly but the problem is that the Latte had not come to the UK when I left the West Midlands.  Unless I missed it, of course.  So now I talk like a Southerner and don't know what I can do. Going back there is not an option. My lovely girl works in London and anyway it is so cold.  There was a harsh wind when I left Yorkshire after a brisk walk into Penistone.

Traumatised by the slow pace, lack of internet access or rubbish collection on cross country, I staggered off the local train and immediately removed my thermals (socks that is).  Twenty minutes later after lugging my suitcase uphill, I am in sweat and wish I could unpack the suitcase and get into shorts and T shirt!  It's a long thin island so 6 degs warmer down here.  Lovely to arrive home to a clean tidy house and present. 

Hoping S's graduation went well and that my other lovely friends and family have a great weekend. Now it's summer in the home counties before my trip to see my friend in NYC.  

Something has appeared in my house.