We’ve been in Americaland for a week and a half for the kids’ wedding. That’s over with now and they’re packed off on Honeymoon, allowing us to hang out in a SoCal styly.

This is a dry-run before the big move which for Jenn is just over a month away. I’m coping well with the heat, although last weekend at the Coahcella festival it was hot. Damn hot. The main problem with that is sitting out in the direct sun in a field. Not comfortable but also not something I shall be doing on a regular basis.

Anyhoo, back in the O.C. now and thoughts turn to chores, ‘doing lunch’ and sports. We’ve off to see the Angels take on Detroit tomorrow, and more exciting for me the Ducks hosting the Sharks on Thursday. The Stanley Cup playoffs are underway, and in the first round the Ducks have come home with a 2-0 lead. If they win tonight’s game then the first round could be all over for them on Thursday if they do the do. Hopefully I’ll be there to see it – although it’s a shame I won’t be around for further rounds.

So, today we met Alex for lunch and it was when we were saying our goodbyes outside my appearance and attire was commented on. I was dressed entirely in American clothing, right down to my underpants.

I may look the American boy, but my white legs were still truly English.