Where in the World is Winklebury?

You see, that was my initial question when I got my live-in assignment. Eventually, Lindsay and I found it on the map and we headed out there on the train last Friday. The whole experience was fun, relaxing, and a lot like visiting your grandparents. We got spoiled rotten with cakes and candy and chocolate!

Our live-in "mom", Jean Foster, met us at the train station with her almost-4-year-old grandson, Morgan. He was NOT in the best of moods. He just kept yelling "Leave me alone" and growling at us. He was supposed to stay with us all day, but yeah, that was not going to happen. We dropped him off with his mom, and then we went to the mall, which is, yeah, a mall. There's slightly different stores, but other than that, it's all the same. We went home and watched TV and Lindsay fell asleep reading for class. (This was a big theme).

Saturday, we went to a place called Bramshill, which is an old mansion that got turned into a police academy that Bill worked at. According to legend, there are at least 15 ghosts, including a girl that played hide-and-seek on her wedding night and got locked in a trunk and died. What fun. Apparently, Bramshill is the secret hiding place for Parliament if there's a tourist attack. What good is it to tell people the secret?!!?! We also went to a big Tesco! I miss grocery stores so much! You have no idea...Does anyone know what kind of vegetable a swede is? It kind of looked like a big fat radish.

Church on Sunday was nice, it was a very friendly ward. We had all of the grandkids (Samuel, 8, Morgan, and Zachary, who was 20 months)over for dinner, as well as the missionaries They were very energetic, so it was just like nursery! Dinner was different, because there were at least 8 kinds of vegetables on the table.

We went to Winchester, home of Alfred the Great (who I'm supposed to be writing a paper about right now) and the Round Table, that everyone knows is NOT the round table. Go figure. We ate french fries with a fork, which is apparently the polite way. We also went to see Jane Austen's house in Chawton, which was the home of Mr. Darcy's costume from the new Pride and Prejudice. Oh yeah. Heaven, I tell you! It was awesome!