Tomorrow I embark on the very first (and probably last) bonding-trip with my father. Twelve days in Scotland and Northern England, motoring around in a car, and not stopping at every available pub (what?!).

He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re having mandatory separation time every day. Two hours minimum. And you know where I’ll be!

Sightseeing and utilizing my time to the utmost efficiency–what were you thinking?

So, I’m sitting here, swapping stories and drinking gin with the best friends I have in Auburn, trying not to think of what COULD happen in the next twelve days. Who knows? I could come back an orphan.

So–tomorrow! Seo sinn falbh!