How the hell are you doing honey? Have been thinking about you all morning since you landed, and hoping you’re not too shellshocked. And that the rain is distinctly not falling down in Africa. But that the sun is shining, and you were welcomed back to Uganda with sunrise over Lake Victoria.
We all did ok at the airport…though every one was quite wobbly after we waved you through security. You suddenley looked very small as you handed in your passport and gave us a last wave before you rounded the corner and were gone. There was a small moment of deep breaths, and some tears. Then Woefey made a beeline for the Heathrow Express, Georgie and Rich headed to their respective homes, and we did the same. Lisa coped marvellously on the way home, fuelled by some serious chain smoking, the odd run in with some rather big lorries and a constant stream of inane waffle from me. It certainly took our minds off other things for a few minutes. London was busy and dark as we headed in on the M4; and even the tube was a bit busy for a Sunday night as I pottered up to Kentish Town.
So this week you are starting your new job, and then on Wednesday flying to Rwanda to trek in the mountains with gorillas. This week I am going to work in an office, which I hate, and then on Wednesday, I am still going to work. And on Thurs. And Fri. This is SO not fair. [Stamps foot in manner of petulant child…]
But, there are things to look forward to as well. We have a tentative brunch planned for this Saturday, maybe at Raouls. I’ve said I’ll share Eggs Benedict and French toast with Woefey so we can keep some semblance of normality. And there are dressing up parties and friends coming to stay. But I know there’s also gonna be days when I just wanna kick back with a big bottle of wine and talk about Glee. I’ll miss you honey, so so much.
But I can’t wait to hear all about your adventures in Ahhfrica – this is the most exciting thing I can think that anyone I know has ever done. You’re gonna rock this.