All On My Ownsome
I don't know how she does it - this is the second or third time her luggage has gone astray - but it's never happened when she's travelling with me, and I have never ever had luggage go missing. But there's always a first time...
Yesterday we went to Binned Potato Maul to do some last-minute shopping, and she disappeared into Magrudy's giving me orders not to enter. (Ooh, a prezzie!). Just before she left she gave it to me: the third Chris Stewart book. If you're not familiar with his books (Driving Over Lemons, A Parrot In The Pepper Tree, and the new one The Almond Blossom Appreciation Society), beg, steal or borrow them now (but not from me!). They describe how this impoverished one-time drummer with Genesis, itinerant sheep shearer and ocassional travel writer moved to the Alpujarras region of Andalucia. The books are very funny, and largely responsible for our infatuation with the country.
So, at Manchester Airport, BetterArf bought some time on an internet kiosk thingy, checked her email and her blog (Little Yellow Duck, you know the one), and then tried to click through to mine but it was blocked because it has 'unsuitable content for the young'.
The cheeky $%%$^%^&$s.