I’d forgotten how great it is to have a ton of people from home online. Getting all the gossip and remembering how much I adore my maeves. I can’t wait to see them and just go for icecream and have sillinesses.

In mostly the past few weeks I’ve realised how irritating it must have been for my lovely friends in the northern hemisphere when I spoke of sunshine and warmth and scanty clothing. (not that this summer’s been anywhere near good at all. it’s been crap, but summer’s summer). You were all shivering and damp and miserable.

Well now you’re all telling me about your freckles and sunburn and icecream and frizzy hair. Consider yourselves avenged upon me πŸ˜€

I must away before I wake someone up with my clickity clackety.

I need to get pokeled awake tomorrow.
MUST GET OFF MY ASS AND DO SILLY TOURIST THINGS.
Who’s with me?

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