Beloved daddy spoilt us with shopping, and dinners and lunches and breakfasts and cinema and a couple of cheeky drinks in between, then we packed up and left.
I have been home for about 3 hours. I already miss the city. I need to be surrounded by pollution, starbucks, and noisy drunk people!
The country side is so quiet.
What do people do out here? milk their cows? make their own clogs? take their goat for a walk?
I don't remember, it doesn't sound familiar.
Man, I bet I will wake up tomorrow and crave Irn Bru, haggis (well, maybe not so much) and all things Scottish.
What happened?! when did I fall in Love with Scotland?!
Love really must be blind. And deaf. And dumb. And Numb. And crippled. And lame. Maybe also in a coma, possibly already brain dead.
du vanjer dig... om en vecka ar allt som vanligt darhemma :) vi ses snart brucie!!!!! xxx
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