The Last Day

As we woke up this morning, Nicola warned us that in a few minutes her nearly 2-year-old nephew George, and 4-year-old niece Isabelle were coming to visit, and would have jumped on us if we weren't out of bed. So we hurried to get ready before meeting my third cousins, and last set of relatives for this trip. Unfortunately, Spencer (Nicola's brother) was sick so I didn't get to meet him or his wife Bec.

We set off grocery shopping in Isabelle's store before making some scones. Justine and I had realised the day before that we hadn't had any scones while in England, so Nicola let us loose with Isabelle in the kitchen to do some baking. Somehow Justine managed not to get her hands dirty, being Chief 'Recipe Reader'. Into the oven they went and before long we were chowing down on delicious piles of cream, jam and scone.

Next up was nurse time, and clumsy Justine managed to have quiet a few sores that needed patching up! Once she'd escaped from her mummification, we set about finishing the last of our packing while Nicola and Carol began making us a Sunday Roast Chicken. It was a great meal to finish up on, all sitting around the table (Page underneath) eating roast followed by Banoffi pie.

But all good things must come to an end so we said goodbye to Isabelle and George and an hour later Justine and I were pulling our suitcases into the boot of the car. Nicola had kindly offered to drive us up to the airport, with Carol and Page sharing the front passenger seat so we were lucky enough to be seen off properly. There were hugs, kisses and pats as well, but I've got that surreal feeling coming back again. It just doesn't feel like it's already been 8 weeks.