How's things witchoo? A particularly taxing week of work and physio wrapped up with a trip to an all-you-can-eat sushi place up the road on Friday, for a freebie meal courtesy of Gaby's gym (long story) - ruddy good stuff, and reminiscent of my View/Fluid London reign of terror. The next night we went to a birthday/house party with some of the folks from Greece, and have been recovering ever since.
Otherwise I've been prepping for my upcoming trip, while Ridaut and Bill headed off to the States under Doug's American Airlines stewardship, and were apparently re-routed from Miami to a Pensacola motel with one double bed, before eventually making it to Dallas yesterday. This week's phrase comes from our German cousins, and means "to have tomatoes on one's eyes", or to not see the obvious.
It's all over bar the compilations...
Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England!
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