Just after midnight I'm getting the sleeper train down to London, connecting to another train en route to Brighton for the day. Later I'll be getting a train from Brighton to Gatwick, to catch a plane to Edinburgh, followed by a taxi to the train station where I left my car so I can drive home. Truly, it shall be a day involving planes, trains and automobiles, a 23-hour round trip between Scotland and the south coast of England. I expect frazzlement.
As a consequence, no fresh blog entry on Thursday, October 2nd. I hope to explain where I've been on Friday, so you'll just have to wait until then. Sorry. In the meantime, you all know the rules by now: play nice, don't tease the ocelot and anything you break, you pay for it to be repaired or replaced. Talk amongst yourselves until I get back. If I don't return by Friday - wait longer.
3 comments:
Oh god, I love the fact that I know where you are and no one else does. Is that wrong?? Tell me Bishop!
We all know where he is, Lucy. He's in Brighton.
It's what he's doing there that's tantalising.
Ok Mr. Picky... ; )
...I know WHERE GEOGRAPHICALLY he is and WHAT SPECIFICALLY he's doing.
You may all bribe me now.
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