Jul 12, 2007 10:59
Linde is taking me to see Emilie Autumn play in London on the twentieth. Linde was a bit narky this morning, so I thought she was talking blarney when she mentioned it. I got me some odds and she handed me the ticket.
Father was apparently petrified last night, I wonder why. He normally doesn't do things like that. He was quern tired when he came home in the morning.
Ma said he found a ride, but I'm not sure. Ma's a good lass so why would me old man go with anyone else? Besides the only cuttie Pa would ever find is a scanger.