It’s 10.30 pm and Sam and I are ensconced in my studio with the gas fire turned up to the max, while the temperature outside plummets below zero. I made the hour+15 drive across the moors between Newcastle and upper Teesdale three times today, but it was a glorious day for it, I got a nap in between, and all is well. After leaving Sam at the cargo terminal in JFK yesterday afternoon looking extremely unhappy (he behaved like a total WILD animal for the first hour he was in his carrier), I got him back here finally this evening, in time for all us other Leishmans (mum, sis, aunt, cousin and myself) to repair to the Fox Hounds for Tuesday night fish supper, while Sam roamed the studio checking out all the corners – he seems remarkably well adjusted, I think British Airways did him proud – and the fish leftovers went down very well….
Mum is a lot frailer, having difficulty breathing, but still game, and says sis has looked after her brilliantly. D. herself seems good, and will stick around until after mum’s b’day on the 15th…
and so we head into the next chapter…