Well, after a long absence greatly mourned by my fans and admirers, I am back! Blog followers will cheer and rejoice, I am sure.
I have Beks on gtalk, she is at Heathrow airport and I intend to give a blow by blow commentary of the arrival of the twins. Beks had to wake early this morning, at 5am and too the bus to Northfield from which station she took the train to Heathrow. She was worried, as the plane was arriving early and prayed for circling planes and grumpy immigration officials. Please keep this information secret as there are roughly 2000 passengers currently filing complaints against excessive delay with circling and the poor conduct of immigration officials this morning at Heathrow airport!
I am sitting in my office, thinking that Jed is approaching Iceland, or maybe Greenland, sleeping as only Jed can do, head back, slightly tilted, mouth open just enough to look funny, but not enough to look gross. He is dead tired, and decided not to watch any videos (all my imagination, will be interesting to see if it is true!)
Beks is standing next to BBC pick up people, people who are there to pick up BBC people, I guess. And she is waiting, which gives me time to bring you all up to date with what has happened to mom and I while Beks was eating out in London, before going to a West End who called War Horse with Aunty Jenny (what a wonderful aunty that one is, not many like her!). Went to Mbowenis last night for a birthday dinner for Mr., very nice, just us and one other couple, two Chinese folk, a woman and a man, working for the CHinese company that works with Econet. Very enjoyable, really nice food, a pleasant evening and hone by 9:45ish. Not a bad start to the evening, power had returned at 8, borehole on for a moment and in bed shortly after 10. All set for a peaceful night.
But Granny and ZESA had other plans! Mom jumped out of bed shortly after midnight to the alarm blaring. Dear granny in the kitchen (reminiscent of U D and his similar faux pas, getting herself some milk and calcium and asking if she had set the alarm off. Mom sorted out alarm people while I sorted out JR2, took him out for a wee. And no power! Which was a bit worrying as it had only been on for 4 hours. So no fan, hot evening, back to bed, both unable to sleep, I prayed for all the citizens of Australia (at least the ones that I could think of at 1am) and as many Irish folk as I could in my weary state. And fitfully, both of us, made it through the night.
Granny bright and chipper this morning, JR2 for the second time in history did not wee on the floor in the scullery and as I was leaving for work, ZESA came back, so life is good!! It often strikes me how the newness of a morning dispels so easily the miseries of a night. Things look so much better when the sun has risen (hmmm, there is a sermon in the making there!)
Anyway, Beks advises that there is no sign of foreign birds yet, hope no problems. I need to start finalising the carol service and so will for now sign off. This is largely filler I am afraid, but I hope that today will be a day of lots of love and joy in reunion and reconnection.
Beks, your blog entries are so good, thank you.
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