brunch and emma

Made myself a pretty nice brunch (I am quite thoughtful like that).

Very nice actually. I even went out to get fresh bread but of course there is no bakery open in Aberdeen on a Sunday, because every Scottish baker will either be passed out drunk, in the pub or watching sky sports. Where is the European spirit?! Man!

Anyway, the brunch kicked ass and I loved myself for my own kindness.

Now I am drinking a glass of O'boy and thinking about Emma. It's Emma's drink, she was the O'boy lover in this household. I am not sure if she will actually read this. She might be busy enjoying the spring in Sweden, or the fresh bread you can actually get on a Sunday...

But in case she happened to cruise by this blog, she might want to know that I have bought luxury toilet paper on sale, thought a lot about the Palt we made and that I miss her.

I miss you Emma.

Get the beer cooled, the barbecue fired up and the bikini ready.

I am coming home (soon), and I am in the mood for pool party.