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Today a day trip to Ballater in the Highlands with thebirdmachine and Phil.
It started raining in the afternoon, and we got soaked and came back to Aberdeen. I was so cold, but I took a hot shower and now I feel very good. We have Salman Rushdie's Shalimar the Clown for Monday, I probably won't get all of it read but that's alright, and oh his words;
He was her mountain-father and she his mountaineer. He held her hands to his and up she came until she was straddling his shoulders, her groin against his neck. He kissed her stomach and she somersaulted backward off his shoulders to the floor. One day he said, No more of that. She wanted to cry but controlled herself. Childhood was over? Very well, then, it was over. She would put aside childish things.
I'm finally drinking ginger beer and eating chocolate like the Famous Five, and I miss being in Glasgow. There was an International Street Market in the city centre, taking place this weekend. Oh I wish to wake up early and go see it when it's still empty tomorrow, but I might sleep late. I ache quite pleasantly; I had to skip the dance class on Thursday to finish my essay on Mahfouz, so it's nice that the walk today was uphill and tiring.