I'm in the conservatory/garden room of a pwitty ickle cottage in Scotland. The powahz of 3G computing mean I'll play a little LoTRO later.
So far spent the day wandering around Robbie Burns' old cottages and eating nice food in the Tam O'Shanter Inn. Also freaked out the g/f by stopping the car on
electric brae, taking off the hand-brake and feeling the car mysteriously start rolling up-hill. Seriously messes yer head up, that place.
Right now my ancient and wrinkly old Mom is teaching the g/f how to spin wool on a foot-treadle spinning wheel. It's like watching a Grimm's fairy tale in 3D.
Later we'll stroll to the hostelry for a while then come back to the cottage to toast in the New Year with fine Single-Malt and a sing-song of Auld Lang Syne around the piano.
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve