does this car run on milk?

I am home again and I have returned to winter. I think that Autumn must have been the weekend that I was away as I have returned to full scale winter weather. I have been home for three days and it has snowed on two of those. Snow in October, I kid you not. It was -1 at the bus stop yestarday, I was not amused. The clothes that people wear have not changed though, most of the guys in school are still wearing shorts(?!) and everyone just wears jumpers. How they manage to cope without coats I do not understand. 

The American sense of humour is very different to the British, as mum and I descovered in rather unusual circumstances today. So,  my plague/cough/general unwellness is still in full force so today mum and I finally managed to go to the doctors to try and fix me. Now, mum and I aren’t very good at being serious when we’re together at the best of times, but for some reason medical professionals seem to bring out an extremely odd side of us both. It all started with the manditory check up questions: do you smoke? drink? etc. to which I answered both and then she went ‘do you ever feel low, depressed, with feelings of suicide, cry?’ to which both mum and I looked at eachother raised our eyebrows and started laughing knowing full well that I haven’t been doing that well lately, the nurse gave us the oddest look and i responded ‘no, well at least not clinically’ mid-giggle (she wasn’t particularly impressed to say the least). She left pretty promptly after this, as mum and I tried to supress our laughter the doctor came in. He asked me about my brain stuff and how it had been since the operation and in a moment of awkward-confusion I responded ‘well, well not well, as well as you can be with a hole in your skull’. He gave me the oddest look and i collapsed in to laughter as did mum. He then proceded to check my breathing and half way through listening to my lungs he went ‘have you had ankle swelling with this cough?’. Now, i don’t know about you but my ankles don’t usually swell when i have a lung infection. lungs and ankles don’t really go hand in hand in my mind, but evidently they do in ohio. This only made mum giggle further and then it didn’t help that the next thing he said was ‘and have you any nodes?’. In the end came out with tears streaming down my face laughing at it all.   

Hamish has also been a treasure trove of class comments too. The other day he asked ‘mummy, did god actually save the Queen?’ which lead to a rather amusing conversation. Then yestarday when we were driving to the dance studio with my friend he asked ‘mummy, does this car run on milk?’. He’s a funny little chap. He’s got a girlfriend now, her name is Clair and he talks about her a lot. Mum finds this hole thing highly amusing, as does Lorna, as Hamish is 7 and has been in more relationships than I have and i’m 17. Hamish’s education is quite a bit different here too, today he was taught how to help a girl up from her seat, this was very sweet as he was paired with Clair. Although, when he got home he did ask ‘mummy, how come I had to help Clair up but she didn’t help me?’

42nd Street is still as fun as ever, being on the cast is so fun and I’m loving it just as much as I was at the start. Today, however, they gave us an assignment. They want us to write 5 post cards to people to personally invite them to come and see the show. Now, this is fine when you have local family and actual friends but when your family and friends are on a different contenant and all of your friends here are on the cast it does present some slight issues…

Speaking of home I’ve missed it a lot this week. I’ve missed my friends a lot, I haven’t seen them in such a long time and I don’t feel like I’m being the dependable friend that I should be as I’m not there when they need me.  I know that they’re only on the other end of the phone but it’s not the same when your not in the same room and you have to schedule calls between rehearsals. So much has changed at home since I left that I don’t really know what to expect when I go back. I’m so excited for Christmas now, to see everyone again, and the snow this week makes it feel so soon. Only 56 days, 23 hours and 36 minuites until hometime!


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