“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.”

“Bear!”