...from British Columbia. But, I am still battling jetlag, extreme heartburn and a newly fucked up set of muscles along the bottom of my belly going in to my right leg. God knows what she's doing - maybe twanging them for a laugh.
And I'm big. Hooooooo boy. Anyway. A BC update will arrive probably by the weekend repleate with many slightly over the top phrases and gushy outbursts.
Meanwhile getting back in to work, etc and trying to get my head straight for sleeping correctly takes precedence.
One bit of sad news - although ungrateful cow that I am it's not as sad as it should be for me personally, probably - my last remaining grandparent died when I was away. My Irish Grannie. She's the one I haven't seen for well over half my life and who got down on her knees to pray that we'd all be born mongoloids when John married out of the religion. I feel a bit crap that I never attempted a reconciliation (my want to make any effort to see her more or less stopped dead in its tracks after I heard that piece of family history) but it goes nowhere near as far as regret. I'm just hoping that it now paves the way for much better relationships with my lovely Aunt and the ability to reintroduce myself to my Uncle Martin. I will of course go to the funeral but I'll be going for them - and my Dad, obviously, rather than any other reason.
The fact that I'm having a baby out of wedlock will I've no doubt be a subject of great and somewhat tedious interest at the funeral. My Great Aunt & Uncle (ish, they're sort of cousins) were informed I was having a baby along with the news about Anne dying. Their first words, "Oh! When was she married?". John hummed and ahhed through "Ohh.... er.... a while ago, it was a quiet ceremony, you know".
Catholics!
