So we're leaving today, but not on a jet plane (along with the rest of Western Europe). The car's survived the potholed roads, we've survived the high costs, and my liver's on strike. I've learnt how to pronounce a lot more in Irish, I've seen Father Ted's House. I've been done for speeding, and gotten off. I've taken 6 hours to do 200 miles, and this afternoon I'll take 4 hours to do the same.
I've put up a satellite dish, set up a new DVD player, played immense amounts with a VoIP phone, and wired a stereo into TDT's TV. I've tidied her cupboards (local word 'press'), I've experimented with my cooking, I've done some classics. I've slept late, I've gotten up early. I've seen hail, snow and sunburn. And now I have to pack. Have a good weekend, and see you back in Wales on Monday.
"Thankfully lacking in sheep." Ricardipus "Better than Typhoid" Vicus Scurra "Force of Habit" Mosh "Done, but with errors on page" Sharon (formerly known as Adrian) "That'll do, pig. That'll do." Dawn "I feel all warm & fuzzy here among my fellow deviants." Bryn "Another Ricicles fan." Debster "It's a GREAT website." Big sis in Florida "Your website is the best thing since sliced bread and gravy granules" Cuz'n Doug