staying at Ellie’s was so sweet, so lucky to be with a family over here. Ellie is a real girlfriend and we talked and talked and ate great baked potatoes with delicious cheese and lovely salad with avocados. The cheese was so good I couldn’t get to sleep and went hunting for it with my flashlight after everybody was sleeping.
Saturday we took her son Sascha to see Father Christmas, but Ellie had to take care of another matter, and Sascha and I were on our own waiting for Father Christmas. Sascha is 9, and he probably didn’t know I was following closely by him so I would not be the one getting lost. We were in a fine spot to see Father Christmas come down the escalator and got to meet Sparkle a British elf. I am already using the word ‘carpark.’
This morning Ellie and I walked for the Sunday paper, she lives out in The Downs and it was so gorgeous with sheep and horses, mist and hills rolling on forever.
There were great gales yesterday, the channel was roaring with waves, the ferries at Dover were stopped for 5 hours.
It poured rain rain rain rain. I slept with the curtains opened and didn’t find her cheese, but watched the stars while I had some toast. I loved her boys Gabriel and Sascha.
It is rough here I came back and Csaba showed me all the recipes he was going to cook this week. All I really need is a work visa and my registration to come thru. Ellie said I could stay with her. This is what a Sunday should be-blessed and peaceful and full of the vibrancy of a fully lived day and life.
UK Soon! 
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