I've been at home for a week and it was sooooo good. Even just for a week, I could feel the comforting tug that could so easily convince me to stay! But I am back, and things have got to start happening, quite soon.
Home was good, lazy and neurotic cat, he actually leapt and climbed a completely vertical, flat wall, with only some ivy to cling to.
He's quite insane sometimes.
Climbed Dumyat too (me.. not the cat) weather was great; saw the newly open Alloa train line as well as the new bridge at Stirling central.... I don't think they meant the bridge to be quite such a landmark! But damn it was windy up on Dumyat... you had to push yourself into it to keep balance.
Which also convinced me to get my hair cut, at last :P
The two best things ever waited for me back home! My parents were off in Paris while I was slugging out uni deadlines, and they brought back Prince Biscuits and what I call "French Ribena".. the best stuff ever! So thick and blackcurranty.
It was my Dad's 65th birthday, hence why I went back home in the first place, so my sisters and their bfs were home too. It was all good. Much Wii Sports and Wii Play!