Did you miss me?
I went to Scotland for a week, and some of it was lovely, while most of it was awful.
No fault of the gorgeous Scottish countryside and folk, though.
No, it was my folk that made it miserable.
I cried a bit, on the plane home, after lowering my defenses with many, too many glasses of wine.
Why did I cry?
Because that is the last time I'll see Scotland for a long time, unless I travel there myself.
More later, and full disclosure of what is going on will come in probably a few months.
1 comment:
I thought that you might [cry]. Call it a friend's intuition. Love you and miss you, please call when you're up to it. I wait, longingly...skroll
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