There was a big welcome home in Starbucks this morning. Sue was delighted to see me. We chatted about the house, Trosa, my general love for Sweden, just about everything over the last few months. It really felt like I was coming home. Though, Sue was concerned about my advancing years.
“But you’re supposed to slow down as you get older, Gary,” She said.
“Naw,” I replied. “I live for change.“
Something that, happily, doesn’t change is the beauty of Farnham Park.
Even under grey skies, it looks full of green, perfectly verdant, nature. Gorgeous.
Having had my first Starbucks latte since January, I popped into Waitrose and had a lovely chat with Rachel. She told me to let her know the next time I went away for such a long time. I guess she may have been wondering if I was still alive.
Then, as I left Waitrose, Sue called me from the Starbucks door, saying that Andrew was inside. I started to head back when he came out and greeted me with a huge hug and a big smile. We tentatively arranged to have coffee next Wednesday.
Walking home, it felt like I hadn’t been away. Mirinda often reminds me of my relationships here in Farnham and mornings like today merely prove that they exist.
I really should include a photograph of our back garden. I’ve rarely seen it so good. In fact, combined with the amazing state of the house last night, I reckon if we were to put it up for sale, it would be snapped up.
Taking full advantage of the weather, the garden and the terrace, we ate outside.
