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and adoring every sentence.
But I’ve got mandarin cheesecake and Adventure Time, and I’m happy to settle with that.
You withered mouth rejects a should-be refreshing drink. Your weary stomach panics with the presence of this cold, non-alcoholic liquid. The sun seems determined to burn your feeble body until you’re a puddle of straight alcohol. The humidity manages to clog your already slow and confused brain. And then your self-esteem chips at itself because you wasted a lovely day painfully lying inside, reciting your weekly vow that you will never drink alcohol ever again.
“He won’t be happy with that, he doesn’t like to lose.” - Every sports commentator.
If I was a sportsman I’d say that I hate winning and love to lose.
This is pretty much exactly what I dreamt of last night, except no women, I played for Barcelona, and I wasn’t Dutch.
But do I’m not sure if I can spare 10 billion hours for a TV show I’ve already seen before.
They weren’t very bothered about it.
Now I sit on the edge of my seat for three:
When it rains, it pours.
I just met the most wonderful dog.
As a self-confessed logophile, I’m obsessed with this website.

And I sent this fabulous picture in gloating satisfaction to the losing parties.
How not to reverse after a herd of deer in the middle of nowhere with no phone reception or inhabited house in sight (the one in the background was empty).
That’s me proudly sitting in the driver’s seat.
and delighted I went. I’ll write a more comprehensive post about it later.
For now, I’m back baby - and firmly in control.
Off to Islay for two weeks to shoot the second part of the documentary. I shall have limited internet access, so will probably write about it all once I return.
So long until then.