Just don't ask.
But... too much wine yesterday.
In Canada, if you say 'thank you' it means 'stop, that's good'. I think in the UK it means, 'keep pouring'.
Note to self: drinking wine in the hot, hot sun is not really a good idea. Of course, it might have been part of my host's evil scheme to be the first to see me inebriated...
I had a great flight over guys, made it in one piece. Ended up beside two young women on their way to Turkey for five weeks. I'm SO jealous! I'd love to go to Turkey. Anyway, that was a riot, because one of them had lived in Edinburgh for a year and when they asked where I was going and what I was doing and I mentioned the Crime festival, the one who'd lived in Edinburgh said she'd read some Ian Rankin books when she lived here.
When I said he'd be at the festival I was attending, she was pretty excited.
The other one had a thing about WW2, so I told her to read The Hanging Garden, The Forest of Souls, amongst other books. By the time we landed, she had a long list.
Anyway, I'll save some updates for when I'm back, but I am here, I've worked up my alcohol threshold a bit already, and I'll be seeing a charming Scot with a thick Dundee accent before I head to Harrogate. Anyone in Edinburgh who wants to interpret for us? Give me a call.
Oh, and because I do have it now: 078766 48598 - if you need to get me in an emergency, text me on that number. Or phone, but it better not be to ask if there are any cute single guys around, or I'm hanging up. You think I'd share?
See you online Friday with a more thorough update.