Back from the highlands. Aching slightly, hammies singing softly. Oh Tom, by gum what a boy you are. Oh meercat, oh golly. Fatcats are against sleet, but watching Dancing on Ice in Royston Vasey was possibly the tee-hee-iest moment of the weekend. As was watching Finn trying to understand certain accents. Also I found ponies and cows that look like yaks.
Too tired to put up a proper post or stop by for anything longer than a mii-gander. Going for a pint, plan to be in bed by eight.
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