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Not on the Irish Sea
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Bit of a downer having to miss that trip. I hope that you and Trina have only postponed and not cancelled.
I too used to suffer from an intense personal curiosity, but I once asked too many questions and was cured by a punch in the face.
HAHA, I like the analogy, although I doubt that most C of E parishioners would get excited enough by ANYTHING to actually postpone a tea and cake morning. I bet it was seed cake.
para 2: Not surprised you got a thump. People bridle at personal questions up there, thinking all the time “Is he trying to find out whether I’m a Tim or a Proddy?” not realising that no-one south of Motherwell gives a shit. I like Glasgow but it is a bit backward, like rightwing Islam with lager.
The holiday–Trina rang the hotel and the ferry company, and got it all sorted to change it to 5-7 Nov (when the Irish Sea is famously calm and the weather is balmy). I text Kirsty to tell her this, and relax, whilst still missing Trina.
Then Kirsty informs me that I’d forgotten that I’ve got the girls all that week while she’s in Italy. Bugger!
hoping you can get things sorted and rescheduled… nothing like a good holiday to cure whatever ails you (unless you are prone to seasickness, that is).
“Unlike bloggers, of course.”
*snort*
We’ll do our best to reschedule but I can’t see how we can do it this year now unfortunately.
I’ve never heard of Really Late. I had to Google it but came up answerless. Mind your international audience, please. Can you believe Google is a verb?
Absence makes the heart softer and the nether regions harder. Yes, I went there.
Sorry for the confusion but because of the type of work it does it’s best I take a conservative view of their code of conduct and keep any discussions away from search engines. However, the link’s in your email.
I’m a little surprised how much I’m missing Trina this week.
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