Just a little note to let you know I'm off to The Mother Country at feckit'searly o'clock in the morning. In case you pop in to look for me and I'm not here.
If you're a bitty bored and your feck count is down or your would you give yourself peace level is dropping or you just miss me, you can
a) text or ring me
b) sulk for a bit at my outrageous selfishness (you know who you are)...
c) go read what I wrote here (no comments on how I am becoming a right old bloggy tart, being unfaithful to agd and putting it about a bit post wise !)
I'm going home to have my fix and will return fully Glasmentalled up with quaint tales of the natives of the little fishing village on The Clyde.
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Thursday, 6 August 2009
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