Merry Christmas!

Greetings one and all.  🙂

So – I’M IN AMERICA!!!  Nebraska, to be precise.

For those that don’t know I am spending Christmas with the lovely Lisa, her daughter Brit and my two new adopted dogs: Ginger and Molly.

This is the best Christmas I can remember for a very long time.  I flew in Christmas Eve, 8 hours with a 5am GMT start ending with a brilliantly festive evening at 23:00 CST – a full 26 of your human hours later.  Mmmm, jet laggy.  Heh heh.  We are having the best time ever.  Today (Boxing day to the British or “the day after Christmas day” to the Americans) we are driving to Kansas to meet Lisa’s youngest brother Chris and his family.  John, the other brother, sent a shipping order of lovely baked things like iced buns, Kolache – think Stollen without the marzipan, and other such lovelies like peanut brittle.  I am doing the lion’s share of the driving – on the “wrong” side of the road.  Be afraid Mid-Western America, be very afraid.  I’ll update the blog later on details of Kansas, Christmas Presents, Snow Boots (it’s minus 11 here!!!) and where most of the world’s sugar supply is eaten.

The flight took me over Greenland, Canada and Northern America flying ‘down’ across the Dakotas (I think).  The only time I did not see snow on the ground was in the UK.  I have now seen real-life iceburgs.  HUGE iceburgs.  Canada appears to be completely empty apart from  6 people and a dog.  In fact, I’m not even sure it was a dog.

Geographical note: Nebraska looks a lot like Norfolk, UK, from the air only with far far less houses.  It’s only until you get to one of the cities you start to see a population density greater than one ‘house’ per mile.  In some places a lot less than that.  The reason that American houses are bigger than European houses is that there is 4000 times the spare land to build on.  America is, to put it crudely: bloody massive.

It’s been fun going to some of the local supermarkets like Walgreen’s.  I am getting used to people stopping dead in their tracks and staring at me.  It appears that an obviously British accent like mine is a wonder to behold to your average Mid-Westerner.  The Walgreen’s checkout girl nearly expired with happiness when I showed her a British ten pound note and spoke about our pretty money versus the utilitarian color colour scheme of the US dollar.  People go all gooey-eyed and watch your lips move.  Heh heh.

Yesterday I got to speak to Mr and Mrs Bulldog.  We spoke at length about the joys of customs officers who open your baggage (they left a note saying “we checked your bags for contraband” – at least they tell you) and how airport bag checkers are not the greatest the greatest fans of Civil War Re-enactment.  😉

We are all so happy.  I hope you are too.  I’m off now to Kansas.  Now, where did I put my ruby slippers.

Merry Christmas.

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7 thoughts on “Merry Christmas!

  1. Glad you made it there safely and survived flight delays, baggage checks and all things Homeland Security.

    After 19 years of coming here I’m still slightly taken aback when my accent is commented upon but I draw the line at “say some more” when I’m asked to by some fast food clerk. Can’t say I’ve ever whipped out a note of the realm at any time though. Those stay safely out of reach until I’m packing to go home.

    Have a great time and just think, how often can you go back to England after a holiday knowing it’ll actually be a lot WARMER there ???

  2. Wonderful to hear that you are enjoying an amazing Yuletide. Love to you and yours, not too sure about the dogs but, what the heck, love to them as well. x

  3. Ian,

    Welcome to the midwest. Mrs. B and I wish we were there to greet you – but maybe another time.

    BTW, Walgreen’s is a drug store. :o} Have Lisa take you to the Westroads or Oak View for a taste of midwest malls. They aren’t The Mall of America, but not bad for a cowboy town.

  4. Ahh… it was “the best”, wasn’t it. 🙂 And there’s nothing quite like an 8 hour flight over Iceland (the country, not the grocery store). I also enjoy going the other way, not laying over for 5 hours in Cincinnati and circling France forever waiting for our chance to land at Heathrow.

    All… quite worth it. 🙂

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