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Funny that........ whilst at work today gazing out of the window painting yet another architrave in yet another shade of bloody cream..... I got this overwhelming urge to go for a walk in Bushey Park, Hampton Court, UK. Guess you could call it a four month itch but I could think of nothing better than me old boots, pair of warm trakkies, vest, t-shirt, warm jumper and coat. Wandering around early in the morning, grass crunching beneath my feet (frost i might add) and my little pooch Mont. Face so numb that it nearly hurt. Stopping halfway round for a weak coffee and one of those great sausage's they sell in caravans, ooozing with vinegar tasting mustard and brown sauce. Bloody great!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you reckon thats a bit of the old expat adversary,...... homesickness? Cos it sure felt like it to me.