No not that. I’ve been to Sandwich, the little town in the South of England who’s Earl gave his name to the popular snack centuries ago. Why? Well to reunite with my Uncle Derek, Auntie Doreen, and cousins Sharon and Julie after 33 years of not hearing from them. As discussion unraveled it became apparent that the sanctimonious bitch … Ahem…I mean mother, had quite a lot to do with this. Still, apart from this, we had the most amazing time and required contact with relatives we (I and my youngest and eldest sisters) love very much.
I got praised with being the one that got us all in touch again which felt good. I’m just awaiting to hear mothers reaction if Karen tells her. Big thanks to Sue for arranging this outing and hats off to Phil for driving us 500+ miles today. I urge anybody out there, if you have relatives or friends you haven’t heard from in ages, try to get in touch with them. Whatever the circumstances, if you like them, go for it!
