Dear beloved blog,
I’m still alive!!
I do apologise, little blog, for not being around lately. I’ve been a very, very busy girl looking after FP, making sure he’s fed and watered and I've been taking him tours, generally acting like a tourist in my own country.
Now don’t think I have forgotten about you, blog, I haven’t abandoned you. Au contraire – so many weird and funny things have happened to me in this past week and I always thought of you. Honestly.
I don’t have much time to write just now, because I have a delicious Frenchman sitting next to me playing cards, and I’m eager to start our aperitif, but I thought I might let you and all my blog buddies know I’m having a rare old time and so is FP. He says Bonjour.
Before I go, guess what we’ve been up to?!
We witnessed a real bitch fight in a restaurant between a waitress and a really annoying drunk woman. That was rather fun.
We went to a gig in (of all places) Glasgow (actually, it was my brother's band who were playing), and I got myself stuck in the middle of a massive moshpit, and was then hit on the head by a flying glass of alcohol which made me insanely angry so I had a temper tantrum and FP had to drag me away.
I went to get my second infusion of Infliximab and saw what nicotine addiction does to men who can’t wait two hours on a drip without smoking. As a side note – It appears I spoke too soon, infliximab hasn’t worked this time. It’s gone from a love story to a love / hate relationship.
We went to the Glengoyne whisky distillery with Daddy Ecossais, went on the tour, drank lots of free whisky (which I detest but I drank it anyway – it was free) and dad asked way too many questions. He was the teacher’s pet. Did I mention that for the third time in a month I was asked for ID because they didn't think I was old enough to drink? Grrr.
Oh and 8 years of being a vegetarian has ceased and I ate my very first beef burger! I must admit, it was rare delicious.
And Despina, I’ve fallen in love with you too…let’s run away to some obscure country and you can teach me how to sing.
Grand! Okay, so I better go now, and entertain the handsome man standing behind me looking over my shoulder.
Wish you were here, blog,