I’m back in, back in back in London Town!
Ok…maybe not as catchy as Back in the USSR, but definitely less iron curtain and more inviting! Anyway, I am back in London, again, for the second or third time this month, after being away, again. And I missed you! How are you?
I snuck away to the country for a week of food and wine (and women and song? Perhaps or perhaps not…). I stayed in the UK, instead of jetting off for warmer climes and despite a bit of rough weather am supremely glad I did. The Highlands are lovely anytime of year.
Besides, I love taking trains. I could take trains everywhere if they could make the tracks to float, so it was a real delight to be on a train through actual hills and greenery. I travel sometimes against the wind of the commuter rush perhaps, so luckily had the luxury of most of the carriage to myself to chill… And enjoy a good book. Or rather I would have done had I not so enjoyed the scenery.
At the end of the day, the soul is often supremely nourished by the sight of green and leaves and trees, and sheep and cows (and horsies!)
So I certainly had my share of that. And to be honest I guess I needed it. Fall time is always a bit of a jolt with Uni beginning anew and the changing seasons, weather and early dark skies, No one likes it. gah! And this was a particularly hectic and stressful time, not necessarily bad, just there was a lot going on.. But it is all fantastic now, adjustment period over.
This month really took me all over the place. I ate haggis, I saw a great gig, I ate shortbread, I saw pheasants fight on the road, I drank a saucy red or 3, I slept, I saw stars, I learned 2 gaelic words and 1 phrase, watched movies, and melted smores on a fireplace, and it was magic. I am happy 
To be honest, I’ve been home for a few days, but getting back to the blog has been put off for a time. Like when you know you have to mail something, and wait so long it is late… And then it is so late you feel too embarrassed to post it, know what I mean? Slacker me being a lazy moo —> 
But now I am fully back to my natural state of Smiling Goofball (I guess the same picture will suffice)
Getting home from a holiday is always the most stressful part. You get away to melt your troubles and enjoy a holiday… then when you come back it is Bam! Kings Cross at rush hour, and some lady just shoved past you and stepped on your foot, and the taxi driver is taking the mick with the route and 8 minutes later you want to go on a holiday!
The spanking I got over not updating my blog was nice. I know it has been some time, and people noticed! I’ve had my bottom smacked (figuratively not literally you dirty minds!) for not keeping ahem* abreast (oops!) of my comings and goings (how many dirty euphemisms can we fit in one sentence? That was three).
Anyways, there are some big things in the works. My site is being revamped, and is going to be awesome. And I have new pictures coming! I’m doing a photoshoot next week and I am very excited about it. Expect sexy, Check back soon
To finish my penance for being a poor updater, I thought of another ‘D’ to add to the last post. It is by far one of the funniest movie reference The Simpsons ever had.
D is for Das Butt. 
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Missed you, too, Evie!
I was just reading a travel article that compares the carbon cost of jetting off to New York for your Christmas shopping, and instead going to Edinburgh by train, or even to Paris or other continental locations for the Christmas markets. And the carbon cost of sticking to Europe is far more favourable. So congrats on your choice of a train journey for your time off, a very ethical and green choice. Sure, it may not save the world, but those personal choices may influence others to do the same, and perhaps spread in a viral (good) way!
Oh, and trains, as opposed to all other modes of transport: legroom, legroom, legroom!