One of the things I learnt growing up is that sharing DNA does not a family, automatically make. As ex-pats in their early twenty’s, 12,000 miles from home, my parents built a family out of neighbours, workmates, and kindergarten helpers. And now my family are my ‘Sisters From Other Misters’: a Kiwi, a Canuck, a Californian and four English birds. There are others too, those who got me through the weirdest 18 months of my life in Blazing Smokes, a couple of Aussie Sheila’s who make me laugh my tits off, and more than one gorgeous surrogate mother without who’s double-helix’s in my life, I would be bereft.
They are all here now, on English soil, here to represent my side of the pews on Saturday.
What I didn’t realise is that I get more than just Science Guy out of this marriage deal. I get his family too. Two older brothers, their partners and four offspring – not too mention his Ma & Pa (who have recently returned from a jaunt around Italy, and now greet us all with kisses on both cheeks). I have just spent a few hours with these Ladies for Afternoon Tea at the Palm Court of the Langham Hotel. It was suitably posh and lovely with an abundance of tiny crayfish sandwiches, warm scones (jam and clotted cream) and rose macaroons. I am *this* close to falling into a sugar coma.
This self-declared Coven has welcomed me with open arms and made me feel part of the family. Their excitement is infectious.
I am full to bursting and beyond grateful.
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How wonderful your Langham do sounds! One more sleep. xxx