The Green, Green Grass of Home

A few notes on cultural acclimatisation and a compare and contrast (but hopefully in a good way!)

We’ve arrived back safely from a great summer in England. I’ve just been looking back over photos and thinking about all the friends and family we were able to see; the weddings and birthday celebrations attended; the relaxing trips to favourite places; the new people we were privileged to meet; the green grass we got to really enjoy (and we did – see below!) and the rain. Joel has said, on numerous occasions since we left the UK permanently twenty-one months ago, that rain is his favourite weather, and the rest of us are inclined to agree. We LOVE rain. We don’t see that much of it in Athens – and yet there is no hosepipe ban, ever. Often, when it rains in Athens (and it doesn’t often rain), it rains heavily all day. We may have had about 7 days like that last year, and it probably rained for a shorter period, usually at night, 15 to 20 times (and that’s a generous estimate!). In fact, this last year, it nearly snowed as much as it rained!

The kids enjoying the grass in York Minster Gardens

Hannah running around at Twycross Zoo

Esther in Museum Gardens, York.

Joel and Esther in 'our' back garden in Beeston

The visit of the Paros mission team got me thinking about the differences between British and Greek life. I guess they fall into a number of categories: Athens/Beeston differences – both objective and subjective; daily life differences (subjective?); and the kind of cultural faux-pas/niceties/strange habits that people need warning about!

Athens is a dry (no kidding) and dusty city with little open space and barely any green grass. The greenest part of the city is definitely the Ancient Agora at the foot of the Acropolis and overlooked by the Areopagus (see pic). As a family we were discussing what colours our two home countries were – what colours came to mind when we thought of them: Greece is the bright white of the sun shining off the white buildings and marble steps and paving slabs in the city centre; the bright blue of the sky; the olive green of the, erm, olive trees and other vegetation and the pale brown of the sun-scorched earth. England (or Britain, if you like) was mostly green and grey: the dark green of the trees; the deep green of lush grass; the grey-ey white of the clouds not quite ready to rain on us; the dark grey of the roads not bleached by the sun and browny-red, the browny-red of the red-brick buildings and roof-tiles.

Athens is built-up with busy roads and relentless noise. Although it’s sunny most of the time we are usually in shade because most buildings are 5 or 6 storeys high. The roads are broad and packed and the pavements are narrow – so it always feels crowded. The city has population about ½ the size of London packed into a space ¼ the size – so it’s DENSE! With the exception of businesses in the city centre, most places are open from 8ish til 2.30ish Monday to Saturday and re-open from 5ish til 9ish Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. There are very few places open on Sundays – mostly περίπτερα (periptera – kiosks), ζαχαροπλαστεία (zakaroplastia – patisseries), and flower shops – which are generally open when other places aren’t, to service the visiting periods… We live around the corner from most of the shops we’d ever need: supermarkets, cafés, bakery, clothes shops, etc I guess that’s big city life – very convenient! Joel and Hannah are at school 8ish til 12ish, so the mornings are quiet! We have enforced quiet time between 2.30 and 5 (mostly for the sake of our neighbours), with the kids ‘down’ and ‘away’ (reading quietly in a corner or sleeping in their beds) for about an hour and a half of that time. Bedtime for all of us is about the same as it would be in the UK (730/8ish for the kids, 1130ish – but aspiring to be earlier! – for us!). Cafés, bars and restaurants are open til late (at least midnight) and are generally chilled out but smoky. In terms of transport, we get around on buses and the metro which makes it impossible to blend in when we’re all together (the children talk loudly in English!). It’s cheap – 80 cents for a 90 minute ticket – and convenient and there isn’t enough space outside our house for another parked car anyway! We are able to borrow a car from Greek friends at church or missionary friends who live up the hill in Zografou for trips to the airport, the beach or IKEA! The only other immediate thing to say about Athens is that no building is the same as the next. There is absolutely no uniformity in the planning and building of this city. When a building needs replacing its neighbouring buildings are fortified and the building is carefully demolished and replaced. Only the outer-reaches of suburban Athens have anything remotely like housing estates, and even there it is quite rare.

Our friend Maria (the wife of our ‘boss’, Thanos) and her eldest daughter, Myrto, visited England in July and that has made me think all the more about the differences between the countries. Beeston is quiet. Our house is in the Rylands, one of the quietest parts of the town, and the contrast is stark. The roads are all wide and open and even in the rush-hour traffic of University Boulevard it is somehow calmer and less frenetic than Athens. It was great to go into Nottingham city centre for a day – we used the bus (first time as a family!) and found it VERY convenient! – and good to experience smoke-free pub lunches! It was also good to see that Costa coffee in the city centre is now open til 8! Café lifestyle is so much an all-day, all-evening thing here – the local Starbucks (3 mins walk up the hill) is open til 1130 – that I still find it unbelievable that cafés in the UK aren’t up for staying open later. Most of all (in objective terms) we love the green (have we said that before?!)! Maria took LOADS of photos of trees, bushes and grass when she visited – it’s just SUCH a contrast to Athens and Greece. As we flew into Gatwick I LOVED seeing all those lovely almost-square fields lined with green bushes and green trees. We even flew over the village I grew up in (where my parents still live) and saw park land and playing fields. The uniformity of buildings and streets is so comforting and easy on the eye…

Finally (sorry, I could ‘talk’ for hours about such things…), here are a few tips for anyone visiting Greece/Athens and the British alternatives (for those unfamiliar with British ways):

• Yes and No. Greek people will make TINY head gestures indicating a positive or negative response. A slight tilt to one side for yes and a sharp upward movement (often with a puckered-lip tut) for no. This is especially difficult when hailing a taxi: you need to be vigilant – as the taxi slows and you shout your destination, watch the driver’s head carefully, hesitation might cause frustration and embarrassment (even more so when you misread it and try to open the door of a taxi that’s not stopping! British people tend to speak first and only occasionally give a nod or shake of the head (often for emphasis).
  
• Paying at a till and change. This is especially true in supermarkets, but people in Greece generally like you to have the right change. I have no idea if this has any historical origin but if you have to pay, say, €8.80 for something, they will ask you if you have the 80 cents – especially if you pay with anything more than a €10 note. And you put the money on the counter (there is often a helpful scoop section) and not into the shop assistant’s hand. I had a reverse-culture-shock moment in Luton airport in June: I was in WHSmith’s and was scrabbling around in my purse for exactly £8.65 (just in case I had it!), laying money on the counter and eventually apologising that I only had £8.70. The shop assistant wasn’t that pleased that she had to pick up all that change and a little incredulous that I’d gone to so much trouble. Oddly paying money into the hand of the shop assistant is a rare way in which the British are more tactile than Greeks!
  
• Getting on and off transport. Most Mediterranean nationalities don’t queue unless they are made to. When they are made to queue (in the post office or bank) they are remarkably patient and calm. Bus, tram and metro stops are, however, a free-for-all. As soon as the bus/tram/train stops people are generally trying to get on, often pushing past you as you try to get off. This was particularly ridiculous on our first ever visit when we used the metro every day and had Joel (almost 2) and Hannah (5 months) in a double-pushchair. It was almost impossible for anyone to get on before we got off and yet people were always trying to clamber over the pushchair or squeeze past (occasionally losing some ankle skin in the process!). I still struggle to remember that it’s not rude to do so in Greece – it’s not expected, so why do it. It feels rude and thoughtless, so it’s especially nice when people help me off with the pushchair or the shopping, or both!
  
• Washing your hands. Athens is a dusty city and it seems that most Greek visitors to our house like to wash their hands on arrival. Not sure why. Maybe (probably) we’re just not as clean or hygienic as our friends… Maybe because Britain is less dusty and downstairs toilets are less common the practice is less common too.

If you ever come to visit as part of a mission team you will probably hear this again in a slightly re-jigged format. Apologies in advance for the repetition. Apologies too for the length of this entry but I hope it’s a bit of an insight into the differences in our lives.

Estie, My Estie

Esther was two at the end of August. She will almost certainly celebrate every birthday in the UK, and usually have some, if not all, of it on IFES Staff Conference. This year we returned to Otford Manor (base of Oak Hall) in lush green Kent for the IFES Orientation/Staff Conference. Last time we were there, two years ago, Esther was a tiny, weeny baby – 2 days old when we arrived. Now she’s a big girl: walking, talking, joining in with all the kids’ activities. These past two years have seen significant growth and change in all of us as we’ve moved to Athens and begun a different life there. In spite of the teething problems and growing pains there is MUCH to give thanks to God for. His grace has kept us and we have learnt more and more about his goodness and provision, his church – our wider family – and our true home. The next few blogs are going to be mostly on my musings on that theme…

Thanks to all who worked out ways to get birthday wishes to Estie-Pestie (not that she noticed if you didn’t!). Next year we’ll try to give an address and a heads up!

Lost in Translation...

I've been wondering how to write something about translation for a few months now... There are lots of things to say, vaguely connected. So I am afraid you'll have to bear with me as I offload them...

The Greek script is the first hurdle and for someone learning the language it is not a big hurdle, but for friends and family visiting it is enough to put them off learning to read Greek at all, mostly. Now if we see a familiar Greek brand sign transliterated into English it doesn't just look weird, it feels weird that the word can exist in the other script. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but it's true. Sadly I can't find a photo of the western script version, but imagine this sign reading ALFA instead of ΑΛΦΑ and you'll get the gist.

Some Greek words have become the most natural word for an item or feeling: we never say kiosk (περίπτερο - periptero), rarely say aubergines (μελιτζάνες - melitzanes), I generally ask Clarkie what the time is in Greek (I don't have a watch! It's "Τι ώρα είναι;" - "Tee ora eenay?") and I am hardly ever tired these days (κουρασμένη - kourasmeni) and we pray that that would become more and more the case... Some English words will never be ceded to Greek - there is no word for 'nod'. I have been reading Harry Potter 1 in Greek (am just about to start the Magician's Nephew - Narnia 1) and there was a lot of nodding which had to be translated as 'moving head in a positive indication'...

I've also been pondering the difference between the decision to translate or to transliterate. The metro signs, for example, are mostly transliterated (they are, after all, place names) - the airport being the exception. I wonder if it would be more helpful though for some of them to be translated, so you know you're at the Ministry for National Defence (Εθνική Άμυνα - Ethniki Amyna) or at Constitution Square, by the parliament (Σύνταγμα - Syntagma). I wonder how many non-guidebook-dependent tourists miss these places as a result (not that there's much to see at Ethniki Amyna!).

Sometimes, as an anglophone, you read translated guides or menus and want to get out a red pen (the teacher in me) and correct the spelling or syntax errors.

The real translation issue though, living as an ex-pat, is not the translation from Greek to English and vice versa but from American English to British English and vice versa. Most of our Greek friends are (obviously) more familiar with American English, some have lived in North America at some point, and most of our anglophonic friends are American or Canadian. So, here's a little test - I'll give you the American word, you give the British word...

1. onesie
2. diaper
3. pacifier
4. crib
5. stroller
6. teeter-totter
7. pants
8. jumper dress
9. bib-and-brace
10. sweater
11. sneakers
12. couch
13. biscuit
14. cookie
15. granola bar
16. scallion
17. zucchini
18. eggplant
19. shopping cart
20. stickshift (car)
21. garbage
22. sidewalk
23. highway
24. elevator
25. gas
26. faucet
27. "i gotta go bathroom"
28. "where did you go to school?"

Click here for the answers: http://alltheclarks.googlepages.com/thelostintranslationanswers

Some of them are seeping into our vocabulary - hopefully just for the sake of being understood (we hope to retain the British words in our active vocabulary as much as we are able to!).

Trying to become fluent in another language does hamper my eloquence in English but it also makes me value the richness of both English and Greek. Most importantly though, it makes me again "look forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God." (Hebrews 11:10)

Here's what we can look forward to, no matter how limited our language skills are:

After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice:

"Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne,
and to the Lamb."

All the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures. They fell down on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying:

"Amen!
Praise and glory
and wisdom and
thanks and honor
and power and strength
be to our God for ever and ever.
Amen!"

Revelation 7:9-12

Reflecting on a year...

June was a month of endings and reflections: Jonathan and I finished our language course and passed well – we’ve been encouraged by our progress and now have to get to grips with actually LEARNING VOCABULARY and SPEAKING FLUENTLY; I finished Harry Potter 1 in Greek and understood most of it; Joel finished at his ‘kindergarten’ (νηπιαγωγείο) and took part in his end of year celebration; Hannah sort of took part in her end of year concert (both described in slightly earlier blog); and we all went to Barcelona for the IFES Debriefing conference.

Our time of Debriefing didn’t begin well as we missed our connecting flight to Barcelona in Milan, due to easyjet delays in Athens. It worked out well though (as it tends to) – we had planned to arrive in Barcelona a day early anyway, so we weren’t late for the conference – and we ended up staying with IFES colleagues Dean and Jo Ingham, their four kids (aged 9 to 14) and their dog. It was great to meet Deano’s family for the first time. They are Australian and have been in Italy for 7 years. We were able to pick their brains a bit about raising a young family overseas in two languages and multiple cultures! It also meant that we arrived in Barcelona mid-morning rather than late evening, so the transfers felt more sane and sociable.

Debriefing itself is a wonderful place to be. The hotel in which we stay serves good buffet-style food (eat as much as you want/can!), has a lovely little outdoor swimming pool and its own playground, and is only 5 minutes walk from a beautiful sandy beach. The kids had LOTS of friends to play with: there were eight 4 to 9 year-olds and five who were 2 and under. The conference programme is fairly relaxed so there is space for leisure and just hanging out together.

This year a team of us from across Europe were planning and running the conference and Jonathan and I were definitely more involved than last year. It was great to meet up with good friends and share reflections of the year, hear good teaching, encourage one another and pray together.

One of the first sessions, ‘Telling Your Story’, was about reflecting on the year and being able to talk about it in a God-centred and God-glorifying way (rather than self-centred/-glorifying). We were encouraged to write our own Psalm of Thanksgiving and Psalm of Lament. It was a GREAT exercise both in reflecting on the Psalms and trying to express experiences and feelings through a Psalmic medium (if you like).

Anyway, my Psalm of Lament remains unfinished and I’m happy to leave it like that. I felt a bit like a spoilt child in some parts – it IS an honest reflection of how I feel! – but it was good to write this stuff down. Laments aren’t always good for public consumption (though obviously some are!). However, I wrote the Psalm of Thanksgiving with a deliberate focus on thanksgiving sometimes in spite of difficulty. I MIGHT well finish the Lament and put it up at a later date. The Psalm of Thanksgiving isn’t very poetic, but it is an accurate reflection of one of my main struggles and why I can and will praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord, all you people, praise the Lord!
Praise the One who is Sovereign, He is a Father to His People,
A Gracious Father who cares for his Loved Ones.

I was troubled in my language learning,
Humbled by my inability to speak or understand.
My heart was low and I had little hope of fluency.
Like a huge mountain was the goal of understanding and fluency.
I was barely in the foothills and the climb was always before me.

But the Lord is good and encourages those who falter.
He has set the hope of glory in our hearts so that, though we stumble, we will not fall.
He gave me hope through His People.
Every Sunday as we praised God and heard from His Word
I would read or hear a word or phrase I had learnt
And know that God knew my troubles.
A message to me that He is with me,
That He is Sovereign and will enable me to learn.

Trust in the Lord, all you people.
Trust in the Lord who knows every detail.
He knows your troubles and will help you persevere.
Give thanks to the One who has saved you by grace,
Who has made you for glory and is refining you.
Humble yourselves before the only one who will make all things new,
Who is able to keep you from falling.

Praise the One who is Sovereign. He is a Father to His People,
A Gracious Father who cares for His Loved Ones.
Praise the Lord, all you people, Praise the Lord!

Language acquisition is hard. It's humbling because I want to be more eloquent than I can be, so I have to know my limits and accept that I sound like a ten year-old. It's frustrating because progress is slow and we need to make more time and opportunities to USE our Greek in order to improve. It's disheartening knowing just how much MORE language there is to learn... My exam results reflect my ability: I got 55% for my speaking, 80% for my listening and 85% for my written test - my overall mark was rounded up to 80% because the result is weighted towards the written result. I KNOW the language quite well, but my speech is faltering.

Pray for us, especially as we spend 7 weeks in the UK, that we use our Greek as much as possible, take opportunities to read (I have Harry Potter 2 and Persuasion by Jane Austen in Greek to read!) and study the language whilst we're in Blighty, and make sure the kids are still exposed to the language so that our return to Athens in September isn't too horrible a culture shock. Pray too for our continued humbling and greater motivation to get stuck into the language no matter how disheartening the 'climb' to understading and fluency is. Thanks.

End of Year Celebrations

The school year ended mid-June and we were treated to end of year celebrations – an assembly and a concert at Joel and Hannah’s schools (respectively). There has been good progress over the year for both. In the first instance we really felt like we were throwing them into an unknown deep end that we wouldn’t be able to jump in and rescue them from even if we wanted to. It’s gone from being bewildering and lonely to familiar and quite friendly. It’s still hard work and we’re really not sure how much they take in (or even LISTEN to – I think they’ve learnt to switch off a bit from the Greek and not try to understand), but they are getting there slowly. I'm sorry there are no photos - we are still camera-less at the moment.

Hannah’s school has three year groups with a class for each year. The end of year concert was a whole-school affair, so we got to see children Joel’s age performing too. The concert was held the penultimate Friday evening of term at the local outdoor theatre – a little amphitheatre in the park near H’s school. The theme was something to do with a little girl’s travels underwater and the oldest class performed some songs and dances and skits about that. The lower two classes were split along gender lines and each group dressed up and performed a little dance on a sea-life theme. Hannah and the rest of the girls in her class were crabs. She was really excited about her ‘crab party’. I’d bought some orange clothes on which to sew her little crab picture, which she was very enthusiastic about (she looked like a fan of the Dutch football team!) and we had found a babysitter for Esther (the show started at 1930). Jonathan had stayed behind to put Esther to bed, so Joel, Hannah and I made our way up the hill together. H was all skippy-jumpy and didn’t seem the slightest bit nervous until we got to the theatre. I entrusted Joel in the saving of some seats and took H backstage. All her little friends in orange were happy and smiling but H didn’t want me to leave and clung onto my leg. With the help of Stella (one of her teachers) I extricated myself and left her backstage wailing. I figured that she’d calm down and that there was no way she’d go out and perform if I was still backstage, so this, at least, gave her chance. Ten minutes later, just as Jonathan appeared, the show began. All that time we could hear howling from backstage – some of which, at least, was definitely Hannah. Hannah’s group were on first. She was led on (not quite dragged) at the back and cried throughout the whole performance. She didn’t join in with any of the dance (I’m not sure she would have even if she wasn’t crying – she is her father’s daughter, so far, in that respect) and just stood and howled. It was quite funny and sad at the same time. I was at the front filming it (see it on youtube!), so at least at the end she was able to come straight to me.

I think she did really well just getting up there (I don’t think she knew she had a choice!) and we’re hoping that this won’t have scarred her for next time but rather given her an insight into how painless it could be… We shall see!

Joel’s school is much smaller: just two classes. The assemblies are always separate and this one was in the middle of his final week. We’re really grateful to be able to both go to these sorts of things, even though they are always in the mornings. Frustratingly my video camera battery hadn’t charged properly, so no-one gets to see how well Joel did in his school assembly. With a little coaxing from us (the promise of lunch at McDonald’s!) he agreed to take a fuller part than before. This meant dressing up in the same outfit as the other boys and sitting with his classmates rather than with us. Admittedly, Jonathan had to sit next to him but at least he was at the front. He joined in with most of the singing and none of the dancing (typical Clark male there then); stood in the right place for the recital of the boys’ poem, remembering his verse and speaking slowly and clearly; mostly managed to remember his long poem without reading the whole thing; and even took part in the flower-giving and ice-cream eating at the end (seriously, he wouldn’t have done that a few months ago – his reserve generally outweighing his enthusiasm for ice-cream!). For me, there were two highlights: simply seeing him sitting with his peers and singing along (especially when he and his friend Yezan kept pulling faces at the same point in the chorus of one of the songs – an in-joke) and hearing him speak voluntarily in good, simple Greek. During one of the dancey/sketchy bits the children were all given flowers. Panayiotis didn’t get one and Joel said to his teacher, “Κυρία, ο Παναγιότις δεν έχει ένα λουλούδι” (Kyria, o Panayiotis then echei ena looloothi – Miss, Panayiotis doesn’t have a flower). Slowly, slowly he is becoming more like his English self: not shy to speak…

Visitors

I’ve been wondering whether to write anything about visitors or not. There are so many positive things to write about having visitors, but there ARE negatives too. This is what has made me hesitate to write anything. But, as visiting season is over (mostly – we’re looking forward to a visit from our friends the Pratts in July!) I thought now would be a good time to do so.

So, first things first: we LOVE having visitors. We’ve always loved having people in our house and deliberately rent a house big enough for meetings and hospitality and we bought sofa beds and extra beds to accommodate visitors. We’ve loved having people to stay who we’ve never met before and with whom we have become friends; we’ve also (obviously) loved having family and dear friends come to stay. It’s great to share our lives with people and we really enjoying showing people around OUR city – the Clark-side of Athens. It’s such a good opportunity to catch up with people too: phone conversations, skype chats, letters, emails and facebook are all well and good, but face-to-face is definitely best. It’s also the best way to get your head around our lifestyle here – especially when it includes a visit to our church.

As a couple and, I think, as a family we thrive on being in the context of others: we have grown up (both as a couple and as a family) operating within bigger groups – Relay, UCCF in general, church – and have sometimes struggled with the intensity of spending most of our days and weeks just in the company of the five of us.

However, it can be a little time-consuming both preparing for and re-organising post-visitors. It’s a great incentive to clean! (I KNOW we shouldn’t feel we HAVE to clean – but it’s SO much nicer coming to visit a clean and tidy house!) I love the prospect of catering for others but it can be physically quite draining too.

The main downside for us has a few implications – in order not to waffle, I think I’ll bullet-point these... Don’t forget, we LOVE seeing our friends and family, but there is a big BUT:

• Language implications. Most of our visitors have absolutely no Greek. It’s fun to hear the kids teach some basic words and phrases for survival (please, thank you, excuse me…) but it pretty much prevents us from using Greek in the house: our house becomes an anglophonic bubble; the time spent with our LOVELY visitors is all in English – no speaking, listening or thinking in Greek.




• Health implications. We’re quite well most of the time and have settled into the demands of life here quite well. Visitors bring alien bugs. (Special thanks to my niece for bringing a particularly vicious strain of tonsilitis which has been plaguing me ever since! Even in retrospect, though, it was worth it!) The nervous anticipation of having visitors and the excited activity further weakens my immune system so that I am usually laid low for a few days post-visitors.




• Emotional implications. We are committed to being here and building a life and ministry here. We are up for the challenge and are excited about the opportunities and the possibilities. We know that God has called us here; that it is good to be here (even when it’s tough); that we shouldn’t (and don’t) expect it to be easy. BUT, we miss Beeston. We miss our family and our friends. We didn’t leave because we didn’t like our lives in the UK; because we were dissatisfied with our situation; because we had itchy feet to leave. Life in Beeston was good and we have made sacrifices. We feel those often very keenly when we have visitors and, especially, when they leave. I can’t decide how I feel about the airport: it brings visitors but takes them away too and we all feel the taking away even more keenly than the bringing.

All of these bullet points need to be read in the context of ‘We LOVE having visitors’ and, more importantly, in the context of the gospel. In his first letter John writes, “Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.” (1 John 2:15) My key text for this year has been (and I have a sneaking suspicion it will continue to be – so you’ll see this again in future blog entries!) Hebrews 11: 8–10:

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign
country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.

Ok, so we don’t live in a tent, but it’s been an encouragement to look forward to the heavenly city – the NEW WORLD as Joel constantly calls it. I’ve not been very regular in studying (or even reading) the Bible this year – something to pray and pester me about – but I’ve been reminded of these verses time and again and they have caused me to pray.

So, PLEASE come and visit. If you can, bring something from Blighty that we miss. Bring lessons learnt from God to share and any good resources or books! Bring a willingness to muck in and make yourselves at home and know that you are a blessing to us and a reminder to us of the hope that we have for the NEW WORLD.

Just a quick one...

...it's Hannah's birthday today, and we're having a Charlie & Lola party (of sorts) tomorrow. Just wanted to show you the cards we created for her... AND, there will be some video stuff on the privatised youtube thing by the end of the weekend, promise!

The children are nearly off to bed and the day has been full. They went to school (last day of term) as usual this morning, we had card and present opening over a snacky lunch, quiet time (which concluded with the traditional birthday meltdown from Hannah!) and then an early dinner. Presents were dominated by 3 themes:

• Charlie and Lola (surprise, surprise)
• Crafty stuff - they're both really getting into it (as are we!)
• Bags (she IS her mother's daughter and already has more bags then there are days in the week...)

THANKS to all who have sent stuff... We are looking forward to playing with, making stuff with and reading the gifts!