Rotten to the Core

Me = Spoiled rotten.

I'm sitting in Heathrow airport having (at last!!!!) an Ice Cold beverage, just thinking how lucky I am. And as much as I love London, I think that I prefer the English countryside.

My stay in Somerset was perfect, every moment of it. Dilys and David (My british parents) completely spoil me. I was toured around the area in luxury (BMW), visiting attractions and relatives. Louise and Lily drove down on Monday (both played hookey) so that we could have a little visit. Which was a great surprise as I did not expect to see her. Lily has grown and is now 11, which is impossible to believe. Maureen, another cousin picked me up at the train station and joined us on our shopping trip on Monday. Diana and Ann-Sofie were there from France too, so I finally got to meet Dilys's sister and niece! (And picked up an open invitation to their place in Grenoble as well).

We packed in the sights - Wells Cathedral, Bristol, Dunster Castle and Church. But my favourite part of staying in Somerset was the garden. Living just down the lane from the sea (a five minute walk to the beach), there is a stream that runs through their garden, one that requires them to have a little walking bridge. The garden is divided by rose bushes and grape vies into three parts. One morning when Dilys said to me "The sun is in the summer-house, Why don't you read in there this morning." I gladly accepted the offer. The summer-house is a cedar gazebo tucked in the far corner of the garden along the stream. I took my book and left the door open so I could hear the water rushing past. It was perfect. Then Dilys showed up with tea and biscuits for me. Totally spoiled!

Good times were had, I was sad to leave after such a short visit, but grateful for my time with them.

Now off to Prague! Mark is picking me up at the airport. Any guesses at how long it will take for him to get a drink in my hand?