Playing Hooky

I've just had a very pleasant weekend away.
No.
That's not strong enough.
Start again.

I've just had a DAMNED FINE TIME!
That covers it.

It started at the start of the week when I was reminded that I was invited on this trip. "Damn", sez I, "I'm not sure if I can get the time off". "Try", sez they and thus I do. One spurious family emergency later and no small amount of guilt on my part (self administered I hasten to add) and off we go to Lossiemouth. (The even further North.)

But it wasn't the frozen North! We had good weather! I even got burned!! That's not happened in over 15 years. We blokes (Cool Car Guy, Agent Grey, Beren, Greenstreet and myself) wallowed in manly pursuits like wood hewing and the like whilst the ladies (Dirty Fairy, Tinuviel and 'Muffin) applauded and gathered twigs and the like. There was booze and food aplenty, ancient ceremonies on beaches, bonfires, faff, Pop-Up Pirate and more. Seven hours on the beach! Fresh air exercise and friends. Huzzah. Gifts that had been made were exchanged (I'm kak-handed so no gifts were made. A blot on my personal landscape but all silver linings have a cloud).

The flat we stayed in was perfect. This is no hyperbolic exaggeration. It really was. I'd go back like a shot if I could. Many, many thanks to 'Muffins folks for letting us use it. In fact, I will go back and take the LAAG with me for a weekend or a week if permitted (I know which I'm angling for). It's now 4.10 am and I'm knacked. I'd describe the weekend better only that'd be effort.

Singing
"How many investigators can you get
In a Cthullu culties garden"
I'll be humming that for weeks...

Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.