Les amies!

One of the worst things about leaving the UK was leaving all my fabulous friends behind.  I love just being able to nip out to meet up for a cuppa and a gossip.  I love having people round the house, I love going out for drinks and dinner, and I especially love it when there's an unexpected knock on the door from someone I care about. The thought of having no-one here at all scares me, so I got extremely excited at the park yesterday morning when I overheard one of the mammies speaking English.

I left Luke with Stu and went to supervise Max, slyly trying to get him to go and play where the English speaker and her son were. After coaching him down the slide in a slightly louder than normal voice to ensure she heard that I spoke English too, we struck up a conversation!  Turns out she is a Californian called Emily and she's also here for the year through her husband's work.  She has two boys aged nearly one and two and a half.

My playground style friend making obviously worked and we've exchanged numbers, the fellas shook hands and we're all going to get together for lunch.  Resultat!