UK in March

Same old same old. Freezing cold. I fully expect it to snow every time I go back. I wasn't disappointed this time.


View from the Pennine suite.

Sunday's in the UK are becoming a habit that I can't break. It starts with a Sunday roast at Mum's with Lisa, Mark and the kids. Always too much food and too much wine. Note to mum: Red wine is not supposed to be chilled!

Walking in a winter wonderland.

Sunday evening's means only one thing to Dad. The World. What a depressing place this is. What's worse is that I seem to be in there every time I am in the UK.

The World (AKA Buckton Institute). Busy Sunday night as usual.

Speaking of habit forming trends, Mondays seems to have taken a turn for the better. Now Mondays is "Fish & Chips" night at Papa's. However, its cordon bleu cooking at Paula's house. All you have to do is ensure that John's PC has a little trouble and you need to make a house visit. Works every time. This time it was enchiladas. Beautiful.

Enchiladas at Paula's.