Thursday, 22 June 2017

Third generation Texans

My parents have arrived!  Which means that, for a short while, chocolate Hobnobs exist in eastern Texas.  My Mum and Dad decided that the heat in Britain had got a bit much so needed to get away for some respite and time with the grandchild.

Texas is, in many ways, a lot like Somerset.  We have cows here too!  And there's a suspicion from the rest of the country that we're not quite as bright as them, due to speaking more slowly and with a funny accent.  Yep, my parents will fit in fine.  Now let me turn on the air conditioning and make a cup of tea.


Grandpa on holiday (and most other days).


Mum arrived with these.  What, you don't know about the insanity sweeping the UK?  Many thanks to Janet and Mandy for being willing enablers in Mum's quest...but we still need 009, 021, etc.



The Petes enjoy watching some of the America's Cup from Bermuda.  If Britain and Sir Ben Ainslie had got into the final Dad promised me a trip out to watch.  Sadly we didn't (again).


Mum's here, better open the rosé.