Not enough time free this weekend to do anything other that apologize for the lack of gripping installment this week.
And what a gripping installment it would have been too.
... trapped by landslides and fallen trees in a small one street highland town with nothing to do but read (I was paid to sit about and read all day. How brilliant is that?)
... drove for hundreds of miles and endure long ferry trips, to take the kids to Tobermorey, a town famous for being the location of a favourite kid's TV show, Ballamorey, and which smelled like a seaside bus station; that strange damp mixture of fish offal and diesel which you only find in fishing ports.
... endured the most awful bit of 'table wetting' ever in the history of crap service in the UK catering industry.
... sat in the pub for hours at the pub quiz and discovered the third unforeseen consequence of the smoking ban. Until this year all pub tables had ash trays. Now they don't. There is no where for anyone to dump the crumpled up bus tickets, chewing gum wrappers, old toothpicks etc etc.
... deleted twenty three million spam and got my email working again.
If I get a chance I will expand on all these and more next week.
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hello, have been waiting for the riveting next chapters...
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