England my home.

The other week someone asked me about England and added "surely you don't miss the rain". I added "It's the people that make you call a place home". It's friends having a cup of tea, walking into town and sharing Christmas meals. It's the market places and the banter of hearing the stall holders cry out. The panto's and the smell of fish and chips and the pouring of vinegar and salt over them and then eating them in the freezing cold. It's the squeals of the wheels and bustling in the airport and the realization that the place you just landed is your home and that there is just none like it. It's the laughing with friends that remember you at school, or a sister remembering you keeping her up at night. There's the nicknames that only your family know and there is that kettle in the kitchen which calls your name and says Your home. So England may have rain, it maybe damp,

but to me it is oh so much more than that to me. It's My home. Hope you all are enjoying the snow.