This is the last post of the year and I can’t help but get a bit sentimental. I feel I need to acknowledge the love and happiness in my life. These have gotten me through tough spots, which unfortunately have occurred more often than I anticipated. 2012 has been good …but 2013 will be better. I wish you all a very happy new year.
So the day has come and gone but those few hours spent just the three of us on Christmas morning were how I imagined them to be. Warm, funny and sweet. We met up with the entire family later on that day and got to try out Georgie’s new tractor! To be exact, I got to try it out! More funny to come tomorrow. Hope you’re feeling the love!
…the music, the food, the friends and the mood…loving every minute of it…Merry Christmas everyone! xxx
Georgie, papa and I enjoyed some good times on Friday evening. With friends, we cooked burgers, listened to music and danced before stumbling home a couple of hours later and hearing the news.
20 children shot dead.
How can this happen? What could have been so wrong with this young man and taken him to an elementary school where he killed six and seven year old angels? How can the parents of these children even begin to process this horrible loss? It has sickened me and knocked me sideways. To think that none of us can protect our babies from dangers such as these is a terrifying thought. Realising that monsters do exist is a terrifying thought.
My dad and I took a quick trip to London this week. I was prepared for cold sharp weather but never in a million years did I imagine we would get to experience a little snowfall. Even the locals were surprised. I woke up that first morning, peeked out the window and then sprinted to my dad’s room. Watching the snow fall under the warm yellow road lights was magical. Thank you London for that precious memory. My parents lived in London-Croydon- for most of their lives. They moved over five houses before deciding that Cyprus would make a better family nest. They haven’t gone back in 27 years. Watching my dad’s face as we boarded the tube and walked out onto Westminster Bridge was priceless. How strange and big and different it all seemed to him. It was fun to watch, I tell you. We walked past landmarks that had him reminiscing, giving me the wonderful opportunity to learn more about what it seems was a fascinating life. I was the one who was about to experience something new though when we took on the London Eye. To be honest I’ve always thought it might be a bit boring but boy, was I surprised. I got to stretch my camera lens a bit, which of course made me one happy traveller. Next on the itinerary was Oxford Street and more importantly, the Christmas street decorations which floor me every time. Five days well spent. Thank you dad! And thank you to my uncle Achilleas who made everything a lot easier. . .