How I’m supposed to survive next week, I don’t know. I haven’t seen Martin since this morning – he’s nursing his cold under a duvet on his couch and I’m trying to get some useful stuff (washing up and uploading pictures…) done here – and I’m missing him like crazy. And he’s off to Scotland on Saturday and I don’t get to go until the Saturday following. So how am I supposed to cope?
Help!
Anyway, in the meantime: I’ve uploaded the few pictures I managed to scan from Ireland – more will follow once I’ve been to Trondheim again – mid to late October…
Voice in the room: Ainslie Henderson – Keep me a Secret (yay! the new series of Fame Academy has started!)
Very high phone bill. And/or make room in your whiskey cupboard.
Emptying the whisky-cabinet in preparation for the new load I’m undoubtedly going to bring back actually sounds like a rather attractive option. Problem is: The reason I’m not also going to Scotland next week is I have to work – I’ve got loads to do. So constant drunkenness all week is not going to go down very well. I might as well tag along to Scotland instead (now THAT’s an attractive option – too bad it’s definitely out).
Poor you. Been there, done that, still don’t know how to deal with it.