Will’s list – Family, friends, Amelie the cat, Sussex, getting to travel without having to pay for it (thanks work), cooking, having lots of books to read, films to watch and music to listen to, Radio 4 (yes I know I am an old git), my armchair, the rather cliched - Marmite (love it or hate it), occasional good TV, the news, Grandma always, Mums roast dinners, nicking food from Aunty Libby’s, Tris’ Pad Thai, family Christmas and being told I look fat by Robin at the post boxing day party, the South Downs, Neils Breton hat, Eve, Oscar and Tilly, and seeing them growing up for the next 2 years, Josie’s lemon meringue pie, chatting in the kitchen at Hedgeways with Alice, Emma and Annie, asking Paul for help with DIY jobs but really just letting him do it because I am useless at DIY, the organ playing at Billingshurst Unitarian church, occasionally wearing a nice suit, leaving any family event and immediately bitching, the Adam and Joe Podcast, touching the stone at the end of Mill lane and remembering Uncle Roger, arguing about the washing up and other household chores, making my inventive and rather unorthodox lasagne recipe involving baked beans and chorizo, playing forceback in the park with Joey, Paul and Tris, filling time in the car by chatting to Gillian, poker night especially when Clarry is cooking, occasionally getting utterly and offensively drunk with Mandi and Dave, friends at work, getting appallingly drunk with Timothy Brooks, Brighton, talking utter crap with people who know when to tell me to shut up, list to be continued.
Jo’s list – family, all my friends, mum’s puddings, GHDs, birth of the bump, real chocolate, mandi’s crumble, evie’s giggles, finding out what happens in Lost, Amelie Poulain (miaow), proper haircuts and chatting with Clare, Brighton beach, English tea, banoffee pie, Luciano’s, champagne just because, Labour cockups, marmite, baked beans, long hot bubble baths, grand prix, the dentist, Touche Eclat, Em’s sloe brandy, Em’s sloe gin, poker night, roast beef and too many yorkshire puddings, the washing machine, the Highway Code, Charlie Brooker in the Guardian, proper bikini waxes, T’s pad thai, Christmas in the cold, but most of all my big beautiful big big bed.
Won’t miss- washing up, Daily Mail whip-ups, 3+hour commuting days, glandular fever (determined not to take it with me), pasty skin, British winter, British summer, crappy magazines, responsibility.
Aw. I’m going to miss you so much. Don’t leave Blighty anyone else!
By: Al on May 1, 2009
at 11:13 pm
You and Mark you should leave Blighty too and persuade all those others to come as well. All the cool kids are doing it. Much better weather out here too!
You must ask your mother about her tears when we left. She was even worse than Mum and thats saying something. She had planned to come to the airport to support Mum but lucky she didnt as they may have filled the car with tears and been unable to drive home. It set us off as well.
By: willmorey on May 2, 2009
at 8:42 am