Hello lovelies, I am so weary. Five thousand miles (or so) away, Moe, The Admiral and offspring are fighting off the plague. Over here my life seems to becoming a long chain of yawns. I just feel...weak. Like I could fall asleep anywhere. Book club at the pub tomorrow night. I hope I don't pass out into my vodka.
The photo is from a couple of weeks ago, when the Scotland-Wales rugby match was on. You can't beat a group of men in kilts and funny hats. The atmosphere of the city was bright and cheerful, as the Welsh and the Scots are great friends.
Now to drag myself into the sky, and sleep.
3 comments:
I fall asleep in my vodka all of the time:)
Spend all the time you can in that sky of sleep, lots of riches there!
Never trust a man in a dress.
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