chuckewheeze's Journal

I'm back in England.

No, no, stop your rejoicing, it's not forever. My leave of absence finally got approved at work, and I'm back on the island to spread my good will and help with whatever needs helping. I feel useless when I'm not working, so feel free to recruit me to rebuild your house or de-gnome your gardens or entertain your children. I don't like children, but they like me. I'll jingle something shiny at them. Anything at all that can be helpful, I'm around. And by around, I mean I'm at Bill's place. The Burrow was too intense and crowded, and Bill didn't really have a choice in putting me up.

Now, I have to get down to the business of readjusting to England. Specifically, English weather and food. How do you people live with such cold? And why do you boil all of your food until there's no taste? What a crazy country. I don't know how you live like this.