Well, Vix & I have at long last returned from our U.S. holiday in honour of my parents' 50th anniversary. My whole family was there - including two siblings, one sibling-in-law and two teen-aged nieces - and, despite never having met Vix before, they all got along marvelously (not bad for a relatively-puritanical group of people who don't smoke, drink or swear)! We had a lovely cabin in the mountains of North Carolina and spent our days on the front-porch rocking chairs whilst Vix incessantly hummed the theme from "The Waltons".
One of the more amusing incidents occurred during a little side-excursion to Tennessee. A passer-by, noticing my beard and obvious "mountain man" appearance, remarked that it was nice to finally see someone that came from where she did. "Where's that," I enquired, "Florida or England?" To which she excitedly replied, "Ooh! You're from England?! Say something in English!!" Restraining my laughter, I just said, "Howdy, Ma'am"...at which point Vix stepped in and said something appropriately British, eliciting a big hug from our Anglophile acquaintance.
'Twas a nice trip, all in all, but it's good to be back home...
~Randy!
P.S. ...and, since we didn't get around to sending y'all postcards:
welcome back.
