Ode to Lost Trousers

 

 

We had the strains over for their last meal. american pancakes!

We had the strains over for their last meal. american pancakes!

 

 

They’ve done it.  They’ve packed all their bags, put their belongings in seaworthy containers, said their goodbyes… and left their youngest sons trousers in our small flat. DOH!  

Much to my surprise when I opened up an orange Sainsbury’s bag to find a slightly damp pair of trousers, fit for a 3 year old who had conquered the castle at the playground but not his bladder!! 

and of course some incredibly sandy socks, which sprinkled their granual love wherever they traversed.

The Strains were the first family to house us when we showed up in London.  They only knew us from a few emails and intergalactic phone conversations.  They treated us like royalty and helped us along in so many ways as we got used to life in the crazy metropolis.  Saturday evening curry’s will be long remembered and much commemorated! 

Strains…we send our love behind and before you.  May God bless you in your new abode…deep in the bosom of america.

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One response to “Ode to Lost Trousers

  1. PJ and Bruce, we’ll try to care gently for your friends here in the heart of the Americadom…the Berrys

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