I'm like that obscure cousin you only see at weddings and funerals
First off, you guys, I am so sorry for never being around any more. I MISS YOU ALL. I have still got a million things to read and comment on from, um, before Christmas? And lalala, I will not talk about my total failure to write anything. It's still all the usual stuff getting in the way - I've been involved with the films we're doing for work for a few weekends (WHICH I AM TOTALLY COOL WITH - THIS PROJECT, I LOVE IT :D), and the weekends I haven't been working have been full of fun stuff - weddings, hen parties, family and friend visits. And evenings, well, those are for cooking and chores and sleeeeeep.
BUTBUTBUT, OMG, I am so excited right now because I am halfway out the door and about to set out for Glasgow, to spend a (very) long weekend with motetus andpoziomeczka, full of cake and booze and obligatory Old Scottish Roman ShitTM. On Monday we're planning on going to Hadrian's Wall for the beacon lighting, and a picnic which will probably be 10% M&S sandwiches, 10% wasp-swatting, and 80% rain. I am going to be very disappointed if this guy is not in my picnic basket. He is obviously very happy about this photoshoot.