By the time you read this I'll be gone. Or at least in the lounge of an airport drinking my way into forgetting that the past three weeks ever existed. Can I have it back please? No. Gone. 21 days I'll never get back but at least there were no 'infected', though they would have been more intellectually stimulating than most of what I endured over the past weeks. Can I haz bitterness?
So it's all over. My 'training' is done, my country is proud (probably) and all those silly citizens (noobs, really) who benefit from my Top Secret Work are safe...or are they.....what the hell am I talking about? Who knows.
There is no place like home, dammit, Dorothy you were right (though very annoying and quite cruel, really).
So I will soon be back to regular blogging, World of Tanks, and multi-boxing Wurm as I need a mining slave.
Most importantly I will be reunited with family both furry and furless. All reports indicate the dogs need a good beating, my orchids need tending (oh my beloved orchids how I've missed thee) and as for She Who Will Be Named Later? Well, this is a family-oriented blog so no more will be said on that.
Happy Friday Everyone.