I always have such a lovely time when I go home. This weekend my boyfriend and I were utterly spoilt. It was a countryside extravaganza. We fed the baby calves (teeny tiny fluffy things that sucked and pulled on our fingers), had lunch in a lovely pub with a New Orleans jazz band playing, ate MOUNTAINS of delicious food, snoozed in front of the fire, ate again, slept some more, and even though it poured with rain for the whole weekend, the sun shone so brightly as we drove back to London this morning that our dampness melted away. But now the house hunt is on again like a speed-freak juggernaut. I think I need another holiday.
