- If I lived in the States, within a week I would be too morbidly obese to leave my house: cookies. Ice-cream sandwiches. Smoothies in giant cups. Burritos. Crisps (chips). Peanut butter stuff. Cheesecake. Sigh.
- My favourite thing to do in foreign lands is visit foreign supermarkets
- Why has Ireland got so very few good public playgrounds? FFS!
- I'm so grateful to all the people in the airports who were nice to me, and helpful, especially the woman who heard me having to count my change for a final bottle of water and asked if I needed any (I convinced myself you could bring them through the boarding gate and had to throw away a lovely big frosty one - it was so hot in LA, I nearly passed out, and I wasn't even allowed have a drink before it went in the bin. In case I combusted... I might have without it! What do they do with it all?
- We drove though Malibu! and some of LA. So cool but unreal, I didn't really have time to register where I was.
- I was shocked at my two surviving aunts. They live quite far away, but I thought they'd be there before me - I heard about my aunt on Saturday evening, and flew out on Wednesday. They arrived Friday night, didn't come over, we saw them at the service, they came back for the party and left early, then came over the next day for an hour or two and pretty much failed to mention my aunt in their random conversation, til I steered it that way shortly before they left. One cousin, who lived in my aunt's house for years as a child, didn't come, and my sister and other cousin came the night before, attended the service and party and left early to stay in B&B's on the coast on the way home. WTF? It's so different in Ireland. There's rallying round, talking, drinking, cooking meals for the bereaved. I'm so glad I went, and tried to provide a little of that.
Though you can have too much of a good thing. A cousin of my husband's died suddenly recently, and my mother in law mentioned she had still been over there at 4am, in the sitting room -and she complained that some of the family were in the kitchen and nobody came out and offered them a drink. I don't know which extreme is worse.
I know there's more but jet lag is overtaking my brain. Three scanty hours on the plane last night and a three hour nap this evening. Not so good. All I've eaten today is breakfasts :) a crappy fruit and solid cinnamon twist on the plane, a beans/mushrooms/egg fest at home that wasn't nice, and cereal for dinner.
And my mother in law uses Febreze or something that makes me want to run and puke every time she comes over - and on my kids after her (oops, the smell is on the kids, not that I want to puke on them!). It's a cure. Should I operate and get it removed? (The sense that is, would operate on the smells willingly if it was possible!)