I don’t know about you but this Olympics viewing schedule is exhausting. I mean really, if the UK is eight hours ahead and everything has happened long ago, why can’t we watch it a bit earlier in the evening. There is no way I can stay up until midnight every night ( although I feel compelled to try) for two weeks. I must say that all this in my face Britishness is making me ever so homesick. I find myself longing for a steak and kidney pie and half a pint of larger. I didn’t even like steak and kidney pie when I lived there?? I have decided I can take it no longer…..I must take a trip home. I have booked a flight for myself at the end of September. Peter will stay and look after the house and animals and I shall go and stay with my brother Chris and his wife Helen in the cute village of Barton-under-Needwood. My friend asked me what a Needwood was? I have no idea but will now have to find out. My brother asked me what I wanted to do when I come to visit , “Er…..eat steak and kidney pie and drink lots of larger please” There was a pause on the other end of the phone “Really” finally I came to my senses ” Just joking, a melton mowbry pork pie and a gin and tonic, when I first arrive would be lovely” A much better choice in my opinion. I am really really looking forward to a little roots trip, my brother and sister-in-law are terrific gardeners so I hope to come home with knowledge and a few seeds perhaps. In case you are curious here is a picture, courtesy of Wikipedia, of a pork pie, which is always eaten cold.