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G is for gate. But goodness gracious I can’t remember which gate is this. It’s near Buckingham, and all I can think of is the flooding floral tribute to Diana in 1997.

If I knew about blogging when I was roaming England some years back I might have thought of taking photos with a clearer purpose in mind. Oh well. Please scroll down…

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because I resorted to Pinterest! and this green garden gate in Greatham, Hampshire is definitely closer as visual illustration to J.R.R. Tolkien’s words –

“Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.”

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Frustration solved. I’m a happy anglophile again.

Mrs Nesbitt and the ABC Team

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hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

Hiraeth is a Welsh word and pronounced ‘hEr-rIth;  HEER-eyeth, with a fast heer and a soft th (other-worldly.tumbler.com)

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church in the moors 1a little church in the North York Moors

Links: Denise Nesbitt & Team – ABC Wednesday * Mellow Yellows

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Oversized over the moon

It was spring when I visited England in 2006. But my ‘warm’ clothes didn’t stand a chance against the temperature that my Southeast Asian blood faced. So there I was hopping out tour buses in a borrowed thermal jacket.

The curdling and shrinking from the cold were too overwhelming for me to care how I looked in an over sized jacket. I was busy taking in all the sights. It’s only now, reviewing the photos seven years later that I realize I looked odd. But who cares?

I was over the moon at being in England. Charm and beauty all around. I walked into fairy tale land.

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Linking to Water World & ABC Wednesday

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Guido and me

“We’re booked in Guy Fawkes. Our room has a view of York Minster.”

The info was relayed at so short a notice. I was unable to do some research and was clueless who Guy Fawkes was even when I was staring at the very spot where he was born while having breakfast. But then I was keen to explore the Minster and walk the Shambles so I missed what I was missing.

In our room there was this painting of Guido, as he called himself while fighting for the Spanish, which was a little unsettling. The eyes stared right at you. But the window was a lovely frame for a nice part of the Minster. And by the time we were leaving I have managed to get used to Guido looking at me as I fell asleep on the four poster every night.

A virtualtourist review says “its historical secret is an ancient cottage in a small courtyard behind the hotel.” I would have preferred reading it before seeing the place. Ah well. Next trip then.

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~ ABC WEDNESDAY ~

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Whether it’s a phone call or email, the 7-hour time difference between Bangkok and London makes things a bit inconvenient. I also associate it with me growing older ahead of people in England by 7 hours. But this is when I thank my lucky stars for something I have just spotted: a silver lining! And that is I get to watch Queen Elizabeth’s Diamond Jubilee live even though I am working on Sunday.

An English friend said this in his email to me last night –

This weekend is the queens jubilee celebrations so it is a bank holiday but i dont mind working as iam an anti royalist and think that we should not have them

What? He did not even capitalize Q in ‘queen,’ which I think is a proper noun, or should be in this case. ‘Anti royalist.’ Now that’s quite clear. But he is an Englishman therefore I forgive him 🙂

Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Au...

Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Australia, and other Commonwealth realms) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear dear J, you think you should not have them but I’m having them; in my thoughts at least. My viewing techno gadgets are ready. So are my tea and biscuits.

Tomorrow after work I’m rushing to live streaming like a madwoman. No one will know anyway, except perhaps anyone who might be reading this. But I’m buying tea for anyone who will watch this significant event in English history with me from my nook.

One of the things I look forward to observing is Her Majesty’s Jubilee regalia. If I have to learn about fashion it better be from among the best. And of course many significant others!

Pomp & Pageantry: nobody does it like the British. Guess I didn’t specify earlier that my anglophilia covers Scotland and Northern Ireland as well. Oh, to have a broomstick and fly to London Saturday night! Whereabouts is the Weasleys’ flying car when you need it?

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Lacoste in London

Note: This is an imported post, originally titled “Mommy Moments: Shades.”

Thanks to Pinaymama for the badge

This week’s Mommy Moments theme had me musing, “it’s I who’s gotta wear shades.” After all it’s my moment. So here we go:

At first I didn’t believe it, but during the wake for HRH Princess Galyani I started to think it must be true that my boss has friends in high places. How else did he secure an hour at the Grand Palace for his company? The thought of joining my colleagues to pay our last respects to a Thai royal thrilled me. While millions of Thais watched from their TVs or glanced hopefully from outside palace walls, we enjoyed observing rites in the throne hall itself where the King’s sister lay in state.
Kids were actually allowed inside, the child-friendly society that Thailand is. My mother instinct really wanted to take Cj along. But his Dad decided the place was too adult and somber for him. Besides, we couldn’t risk the possibility of a young child behaving in a way that might not be considered appropriate around such occasion.
Alright this is a little deviation from what I just emphasized earlier: a mom’s gotta include her kiddo so in comes little Cj playing along our theme wearing his precocious shady expression. The pair I’m using here is not even mine. I borrowed it from my mother; just like I borrow her slippers, blouse, lingerie when I’m in PI, (thanks, Ma for always putting up with me) But she can’t blame me. These are the same shades I borrowed and wore when we sent Papa off to the memorial park. Loads of emotions in those plastic lens. *sigh*


And when the sun is shining brightly over low temperature, a girl’s gotta wear shades while trying not to freeze or she can’t return to her kiddo sporting her lovey-dovey mommy poise.

~ The Mommy Journey ~

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