(Long post - but bear with me, there's a bit about knitting coming up - promise!)
After saying my goodbyes to the tiny, dark apartment, I was very happy to see a taxi pull up beside me on Central Park West - he must've spotted the two rather large bags I was dragging and recognised a decent sized fare. A friendly chap from the Ivory Coast, he enquied if I was fond of football and if I had watched his
team in the World Cup, I hadn't but did hear something about peace decending over his country as they watched their team - but am embarassed to say that's about all I know about it.
My flight took me to Manchester - I usually fly into Heathrow, so it was a refreshing change to hear the scouse and manc accents around me instead of the usual harsh sounds of the southerners.
I made a mistake with the choice of in-flight movie, "The Wickerman", starring Nicholas Cage - what a load of old
tripe! Should've switched over to Penelope Cruz's "
Volver", but left it too late and wanted to try and rest as I had a longish drive ahead of me.
Tiredness prevented me from even taking the crochet out of my bag - so much for getting the project all set up - but I would've been miffed if I didn't have it if I needed it!
After fidgeting around in my seat for the entire 6 1/2hrs, I was happy to see the dark and drizzley homeland beneath us.
Quickly through passport control and baggage claim I went in search of the Car Rental place, which took a while to locate but friendly staff on hand pointed me in the right direction and I found myself behind the wheel of a funny little blue
Fiat Punto by 6:30am. I talked myself through the controls, (as it had been a year since I was last in the driving seat), and after a few loops around the car park I let myself loose on the streets of early morning northern England - there was hardly anyone else around so I felt quite at ease.
As I drove south the sun started to rise and it was very tempting to put the pedal to the metal but had been warned about the increase of speed cameras so I kept an eye on the speedometer as I trundled along.
With a big smile on my face, (happy that I hadn't caused a massive pile-up!), I reached my destination just before 8:30am - HOORAH! Home at last!
It's so good to be home, it doesn't matter if you've just nipped out to the shops or been on a round-the-world trip, there's nothing like the feeling of coming home.
So the last few days have been somewhat of a blur.....
Most of Sunday was a sleepy haze.
Monday was spent with my 4 3/4 year old niece and 16month old newphew - great fun but completely exhausting. We played lots of games and I took them both to the supermarket so had a little taste of what it would be like to be the mother of two little ones. Good fun but it was nice to had them back over to their parents at the end of the day!
Tuesday I got a few of the things on my list done:
1. Eat a chip butty:
The photographic evidence being; Menu board inside the chip shop - look at all the deep fried goodness one can experience:

Here are the chips!

Mum and Dad had the works - Fish, chips, mushy peas, bread and butter and a nice cup of tea:

Here's my chip butty - deeeelicious!:

Shot also reveals huge dark circles around the eyes, (not been able to sleep since leaving NYC!! Stress of needing visa is most probably too blame)
After running around getting everything ready for the London trip the next day, I was able to start a new knitting project - a jumper, (sweater), for my niece, (just making it up as I went along) but I was obviously not paying enough attention as it just about fit me:

So it's frogging time for that....
Wednesday: After maybe 2 or 3 hrs sleep I jumped on a train bound for our capital city. Again tiredness prevented me from crocheting or reading. (On Tuesday night, when I should've been sleeping, I finished reading "
The Bookseller of Kabal" - very interesting book that I had started to read well over a year ago - had to put it down while my life stopped to write
my book - so it was very nice to be able to relax and start reading again!! I recommend it!
I had been dreading the visa renewal process since last year's was performed. Not only is it expensive: Over $2000 for the H1B to be prepared, $100 for the Embassy fee,(not incuding the £1+ per minute phone charge when calling them to book the appointment), £13.50 for the courier to deliver the passport and an astounding £110 for the train to London!!
They then make you stand in a queue outside for around an hour, (yesterday was particulary cold and very damp), last year I had to wait a total of 5 hrs! Luckily, this year it was only 2 hrs! I was out of there very much more quickly than I had bargined for - I hardly did any crochet and only ate half of the
Nutella, peanut butter and sliced banana sandwhich I had prepared for the occasion the night before!!
My plan was to meet my Mum in the afternoon, who was travelling down on a later train, (she can travel free in first class!!)
I took a long stroll down the very busy
Oxford Street, dropping into
John Lewis' habadashary deptmartment - happy to see a good choice of yarns, books and plenty of knitters shopping including a glimse of Father Christmas who was asking small children what they wanted this year:

If I had had the courage, I would've sat on his knee and asked him for a longer holiday but I was being a bit shy.
Topshop was next on my list, saw a lot of things I wanted to buy, but with the dollar so
weak, it's all a bit pricy. I bought a flowery dress, only to see it being worn by a girl on the street as I stepped outside - Oh well, hopefully it won't be so popular in NY!
By this time I was really dragging - my body was telling me to go home and straight to bed, but there was one other place I really wanted to see...
I had had an annonymous comment about
I Knit London on my blog, checked out their website and it looked like the kind of place I would be into.
After a
tube ride across the thames, I arrived in Vauxhall, followed the sketch I had copied down of the directions and arrived just outside of the shop as my Dad phoned to say that Mum had arrived, (Which was closer to were I had just come from, typical!) I told him that I wouldn't be long but what bad timing as it turns out that I Knit London is a fab little shop! I fell instantly in love with it and it's part owner, Gerard, a Liverpool native and my new best friend!
Here's a few shots:




Check out their website and knit a blue square for their Knit a river!!
I bade I Knit London a fond farewell, hoping to return soon and jumped back on the tube to head northwards.
I met up with Mumbly who had eaten lunch with my brother and his girlfriend who live down there. By this time I was barely awake, but did have one last stop to make before heading home again:
Here's Mum on the phone with Dad, (telling him that we had regrouped), outside of another nice knitting shop called
Loop:

I was happy to see that they sold the
Blue Sky brand, (one of my favorites).
They also sell gorgoeus knitted lavender pillows, (I have been wanting to make some for myself for ages but keep forgetting to get the lavender!) I also liked the stuffed toys with strange expressions and cuddly soft bodies. Here's my favorite, a foxy sort of creature, lying in the window, (although it's his orangeness I probably really like!)

It's a shame that I had such little energy/time.....I rarely go to London any more and there is so much I would like to see and do there..... maybe next time...