Decisions decisions.

After alluding several times to having had the 'what the hell am I doing here?' feeling, I decided after 7 months here, that I'd had sufficient time to 'settle' in here, and that it was time to do a conclusive review of the situation.

I don't suppose it's much of a surprise to hear that I'm going to be moving back South of the Border. *Thankyou to those who have listened to the endless miserable deliberations - I love you!*

Those who know - you'll already know how I feel about the job, those who don't - I'll tell you over a pint one night, and it'll probably make your hair curl.

Those who've travelled up to see me (and those who will before I leave) - I especially love you, and you'll appreciate how bloody difficult it is to get up and down from here.

Those who I haven't seen since before I moved up here - I blooming miss you, and I can't wait to see you again.

As precisely as the plans ever are...

I'll be in Austrailia for a month Feb/March time, seeing some more of the folks who come into the 'blooming miss you' category, and I'm planning to move back down to Wales roundabout April time.


<---- In the words of my favourite graffiti artist, life's too short to hang around on a cold hebridean island all your life.

Snow, I tells ya, Snow!!

OK, so this shold have been posted in November..

But look... Pretty!...




That's snow on them there Paps.

Here one day, gone the next

Travelling tales

And onwards to the joys of travelling in winter...

Now that the winter is upon us, and we get about 7 hours on daylight if we are lucky, we have also had some of the foulest weather *known to man or beast*

If you are tucked up at home in front of a cosy fire, this will not worry you unduly.
If you are trying to get home from a weekend away, it probably will.

I tried to get back from Glasgow.. the plane I was supposed to be on was cancelled at 5.30 pm so we had to wait for a plane to come in from Barra
At 7pm, the Twin Otter turned up (An old style-school lunch box propelled by a wind up elastic band) There wasn't enough room on it for everyone, so 2 people got paid to get the next flight in the morning.
The rest of us folded ourselves up into the 'plane'
We had a turbulant dark, noisy flight over to the island, I could see into the cockpit and the girl flying looked like she was wrestling with a poltergeist
We got to the island, then turned around and flew back to Glasgow as it was 'outside the parameters'
I could have cried. I had been up since 5am *trying* to get home :(
Thankfully (heh) they put us up in a hotel at the airport and we were able to get a plane the next morning, when the weather was stunning

Island life - meh!

Winter update

And so to a few days furious writing to make up for not writing for weeks:

The R_____ Hall Debacle
Having not yet been to a 'disco' (ie not a ceidlh) at this local landmark, I volunteered to be on the door at a fundraising disco and noted the following points.

* The doors may open at 8pm, but no-one will come til 12
* As the bar shuts at 1pm, everyone will drink like hell for this hour
* When the 'doors' close (also at 1) the smokers will cause merry havok (curses on the smoking laws in Scotland)
* It doesn't matter if you are a girl, drunk people are still going to physically try to force their way into the hall, like it is the most important and exciting opportunity of their lives (which for some of them it probably is)
* Keep your thumbs OUT of the fire door (ouch)
* The police will sit in a car outside the entire night, however the punters will be seemingly unaware of this, and presume the island is a lawless state
* A crap disco is always a crap disco

So, all in all, I don't think I need to be doing that again

I'll stay at home and poke myself in the eye with a blunt stick next time