Miss you Home.

What is a huge thing I miss about England. Home, that walking into the village and just chatting to people, You feel like their family and to be honest at times they know more about you than family themselves. The smell of the shore, the smell of Marina's cooking. My sister and my mum. I miss the walking down a street the poppy fields in summer. The cold winters and the pouring rain and walking to the shops and going to green grocerys and bakery's. I miss the postman and his biycycle, but I do not miss the damp cold air. I miss my favourite sweets and cakes. Oh I love and Miss London the place I really did not like as child I miss Cromer and Sheringham which I took for granted when I lived there. I miss hearing the church bells ring and the sound of the marketers call.I miss the robin in the winter. I guess if I was there I miss things here.

I make many a story up to remind me of home I hope one day I see you all and I hope if you are miles from home you get a little cheer sent your way. Memories are memories good or bad. I am thankful very much for the blessings I have seen in England and America.

I hope you see them where ever you live.

Please have a cup of tea with tonight.