Dave B — my erstwhile Celtic counterpart — has planted the seed of a plan in my head. It involves going to Melbourne for a conference next July (marching season, I know).
Because I shared a house for nearly a year with a Melbournite, and because my natural disposition is one of swearing and drink, it reminds me of the existence of good wine, great bullshit, and warm evenings, punctuated by cool breezes and summer jumpers.
I miss holidays right now. But I know things will get better.
Turin Brakes: Full Of Stars is keeping me sane. That, and the thought that everyone I know is okay.
I hope I'm not out of touch...
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