More pictures of the family in England

Rob and I in the fields above the village:
















Dad being ferried down the Cam in a punt:


There are two people missing from these pictures: my stepmom Judi, who took most of them; and my husband "T" who thinks blogs are silly and wishes to maintain online anonymity.

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All's well that ends well. This was a few months ago but I felt so mixed-up about it at the time- up to my elbows in grey meat boiled in instant brown gravy at work- that I didn't post the pictures until now. But at a certain care home in a certain bedroom community outside the M25 there has been a doctor in the house since May, and yes, her job involves asking 'You want chips with that, luv?' Or at least it did until last week when I fried the guts of the fryolator by turning it on without realising that the oil hadn't been replaced. Like putting a prohibited weapon 'beyond use'. It was an accident but I'd have done it on purpose months ago if I'd thought about it. Forget that. Grandma made a journey of nearly 10,000 miles roundtrip to be there for the graduation and I'll remember that until I die.