Arrived safely in England despite yawning gap (impending death) between me and the Atlantic for most of the flight. Spent a few days in London seeing rellies and old mates. Got the biggest soaking of my life on the way to Earlsfield Station from the home of one of my ex au pairs, Nicky. She looked after my older two when they were 2 and 5 (they're now 15 and 12) and it was an out-of-body experience for everyone, but they still managed to talk her into a corner! I love the fact that we have kept in touch with most of our au pairs (4) and now their babies.
Got the train up from Kings Cross to Newcastle and a huge black cloud followed us the whole way. On my progress reports to mum, I was assured the weather was lovely, but within half an hour of us decamping at her house the heavens opened and it poured for 12 hours straight. I am sleeping with 5 year old in a lovely attic bedroom, but the roof is the proverbial tin drum and the rain pee'd all night. I finally had to avail myself of my United Airlines sponge ear plugs to get to sleep. Little one is either still a bit jet-lagged or developing a new habit; for the last three nights he has woken at about 4am, demanding to see Top Gear and unconvinced that it's the middle of the night (pretty much.) 'We' get back to sleep at about 6am. Knackered!
To my point about an addition to my book (see side bar) - my little one has almost killed himself getting out of the bath in England. Although I am there all the time, it didn't dawn on either of us that the bath is not level with the bathroom floor height. In the US, the tub and the floor are pretty much at the same level, so you just cock your leg over and get out. You can even do it without looking down! Not so in England. The bottom of the bath is significantly higher than the bathroom floor and little one was nonchalantly chatting to me while getting out of the bath. It was like watching someone step off a step they didn't know was there. Good job I was sitting right next to him on the loo (seat down) and had just put my wine glass down on the cistern top, so was able to grab his arm as he plunged inches further than he anticipated. He gasped slightly and then said "Thanks mom" before taking off, bare-bottomed into the living room to be lovingly towelled down my grandma!