As I have to go and cook dinner I am writing this blog entry in shorthand and may fill in the detail later.

Christmas slept. Mmm. Everyone’s got their opinions about Christmas, cobblers to all of it, do what you like, most people only take the kids to midnight mass to tire them out anyway. Want to go away. Been back a year. Craving heat and dust and humid evenings, the chirping of geckos, negotiating rickshaw fares, and cool beers with sweaty mates you only met three hours previously. May not be as good second time around, but it may, and I want to go before I decide I can’t be bothered any more. Want to be a dad sometime.

Work tomorrow. Arg.

Food tonight. Yay.

2007 could rock.

My mum’s brilliant.


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  • http://theanswers42.blogspot.com/ Margaret

    *blushes*

    You’re nae sae bad y’self, son.

    A Guid New Year tae ane an aw.

    Yer mammie.

    (Sorry – came over all Scots – your grannie’s influence).