“My mum’s on a roller-coaster in Scotland, trapped by a bear.”
“My dad’s not here, he’s walking around naked in Scotland.”
Neither of my parents are actually in Scotland, but I am. I’m visiting my extended Tourettes family up here.
Despite all the talk of bombs at the airport, we made it past security and onto the plane without a hitch.
Because I’m away, this’ll be a very brief entry. I’ll write about my trip in more detail tomorrow.
Now seems like an appropriate time to quote one of my many answer machine message tics:
“Please leave your message after the bear.”