Categories: places
Tags: garden, car, Brockley, friends, church, nursing, home
Date: 29 March 2006 22:30:13
I've been in Brockley for the last week - I'm a bit peopled out, as obviously I've been catching up with lots and lots of people I've not seen since I left 6 months ago (sorry I didn't have time to meet up with wibbers/SoFers, it's all been a bit bonkers), and I'm heading back UpNorth tomorrow via my parents' place (so I'll be back in the Stately Pile on Friday). While here, amongst other things I've attended a trustees meeting (of the charity I've been a trustee of for the last few years), gone to Brighton (it was very wet!), made it through a very low-key Mothers' Day service at church, finally watched "Wallace & Gromit and the Curse of the Were-Rabbit" (it made me laugh), saw my godson, went to a birthday party, and today I went to a study day on postnatal depression (I still need to do HV/nursing study days for when I reregister) and gave lots of thanks that I'm no longer a London commuter. I'm knackered! I also spent loadsamoney (ouch) getting my car fixed (major guardian angel moment there - will tell you about it when I get back) and popped into my old workplace where it seems everyone is having a baby (so I made sure I was careful which seat I sat on). It's been great seeing people, but it's also been really weird being here. It was all so familiar, I could go everywhere pretty much with my eyes shut, but I'm really aware it's not home any more, and I'm looking forward to getting back to Glasgow.
Oh and I went past my old garden on the train today. I don't think the new owner has done anything much with it yet so it looked pretty much as I left it, and at least it didn't look horrifically overgrown or anything. I wish I could take it back with me.