Late-night emotions – Scotland/Ireland snippets
Those of you who’ve been following me closely will know what I mean when I mention chicken & dumplings. This was a chicken & dumplings moment.
Those of you who’ve been following me closely will know what I mean when I mention chicken & dumplings. This was a chicken & dumplings moment.
Apparently we’ve been approaching fire alarms wrong all this time.
Best laid plans.
Oh, the stories he could tell. And did.
When in doubt and all that.
She likes to give them a challenge.
Go for the afternoon tea reputation, stay for the decadent ladies’ room.
We’re back! I’ll be posting some comic snippets of our Scotland/Ireland adventures (misadventures?), though not necessarily in chronological order. You’ll find them all collected in the Scotland/Ireland tag here, or you can work yourself forward from the first entry here.
In the meantime, we hadn’t even started our trip yet and already we were loopy:
At least twice now U.S. customs & immigration has sequestered me in a white room while taking away my passport for . . . I don’t know, analysis? Though these days they’re nicer. One time three officers and I spent the too-long background-check time chatting about action movie stars.
(Two of the officers and I expressed patent disapproval for the third officer’s preference.)
Death by hydrangea is the most devastating death of all.
That episode is just a big giant no.
Somehow we’ll prevail.
Somehow.
Whether we’ll emerge intact is another matter.
Now you see why I’m so worried about being pushed off a cliff.