You join me in the final throes of The Great Swiss Experiment, which cannot end soon enough as far as I'm concerned. In but two days time I'll be whisked out of this godforsaken valley and into the bustling metropolis of London, if only for a few days, there to meet with Gaby and readjust to society. Mine's a fish and chips!
I've been wiling away the hours until my escape by climbing hills and getting irrationally angry at church bells ringing, plus I made not one but two new compilations and my phrase of the day ("the waist game"!) means to be adaptable to all sorts of situations. I haven't had cause to use it but found it amusing, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.
Speak soon, and London here I come!
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