The boats here remind me of home. (For no
better reason than that they are boats, I think.)
I have my fingers crossed that it won't rain too much until I can get 'down south'. The soles of my boots have split and I don't have another pair of shoes and I haven't seen anything that suits/fits in the Orkney shops. Not to worry. There are worse things than wet feet for a few days.
I talked on skype for a good hour with my
parentals and a cousin, this morning. I now miss home, pretty a lot. I am
trying not to think about Christmas.
I can't quite believe that I have bought a
ticket to Canada and that in two weeks I will be there.
And while I am here I am going to tuck this
complaint down at the bottom.
UK, I have a bone to pick with you. Crisps.
Everybody bloody eats them with their mouths open. Everywhere. Maybe they are
crunchier here. Maybe I am out and about in public more here than I would be at
home. But it feels like everywhere I go I am hounded by the crunch crunch
crunch of people enthusiastically scoffing down crisps.
Or maybe I am just a little irritable
because I had such a crappy night of sleep last night.
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