dear old blighty

Oh its good to be back in the land of hope and glory after our time away. Our little eyes misted over as we saw the white cliffs of Dover and even Mr McMuffin shed a tear of happiness. We spent a whole nine hours in France and ate a lovely lunch in St Omer, but you just can't beat the congestion and sheer overcrowding in the southeast of England. How would we have coped with a whole weekend in Warsaw? We are thankful for our lucky escape.

Actually we had a lovely day. I had forgotten how going across the channel feels so romantic and like the start of a proper journey, I fear flying, but it's also too fast to give a sense of distance. I was pleased to find that my schoolgirl French was understood and that a lot of vocabulary came back to me. Not useful stuff, mind you, unless a situation arises where a monkey really is on a table.

I have been betrayed by my own family. For some strange reason they have sent us anniversary cards (even we don't bother, after all we were both at the wedding) addressed to Mr and Mrs (insert Mr McMuffin's real surname). How many times do I have to tell them that I have not lost my own surname? It's not like they can't remember it. The only place Mr McMuffin's name is linked to mine is on my passport, where I have (please don't be sick) double barrelled. This didn't stop my airline ticket to Madeira having only his surname on it following on from the title 'Mrs' which I have only EVER used on blogs. I wonder what they'll do when Mr McMuffin changes his name on his next passport. My guess is they'll put all of it down, because he's the man. I am aware that women of the world are persecuted in horrendous ways and this is so minor in comparison, but it's still bloody sexist and pisses me off.

Us McMuffins are cleaning up today, once again I am flipping stunned by the hard work this entails. I want our old flat back, where two hours hard work=spotlessness. I also need the life laundry people to come round as Mr McMuffin and I seem to be the victims of an experiment by an evil scientist, the polarities have been reversed and he is now a bigger pack rat than me. I just want to throw things out.