We caught up on some juicy happenings ("he said what? I hope they paid you off bigtime!") and interesting developments ("Aunt Sandra's at Blenheim, now? Wonderful!"). There was bad news, too ("I can't be as mean to the local dealers, because they're all hurting." That's just sad - Tony's favorite* part of his job was yelling at local dealers).
Mostly, it was lovely to catch up. They're thinking of coming for a wee visit, and with the exchange rate so much better (but I'm not bitter!), we're thinking of going back for a wee visit as well. Too bad they didn't get that 6BR house, though. We'd have Moved Right In.
Here's a bit of nostalgia, boys: us on the canal
[EDIT: Whoops! Bart points out that we were at Woburn Abbey. True, true. I just can't keep track of all the fun stuff we did. The best thing was lowering ourselves out of that window at Oxford Castle. You know, just like Empress Mathilda in 1142. Remember that? Good times.]
[Ok, we didn't do that. But it would have been fun.]
* or, "favourite" if you prefer.