And now, without further adieu (what does that mean, really? Without further goodbye would be the literal translation, but isn't that pretty rude? That's like No I will NOT say excuse me before I leave the table, thank you very much!) we're off. To Scotland. Again.

Because we like it there.

Actually, Gorby's off to his exclusive bed and breakfast, Angus and I have a one night stopover in the Lake District before picking up his kids Friday morning at the Glasgow Airport (which should be interesting as you're not allowed to drive up to the airport still) then we head back up to the Hebrides and the Isle of Mull, because we loved it so much.

Melissa and I are both hoping to get a copy of the Harry Potter book while we're up there. We're both glad we're out of GSM, TV and internet range because neither of us want a Muppet to come along and spoil it for us (in high school we had to read A Separate Peace. I'll never forget opening the front page of my school-issued book and seeing the words "Finny DIES!" written in black marker on it from some joker who felt the need to let me know the ending. Thanks, needledick. Am sure you're working as a gas station attendant somewhere now, and you've earned that, mate. From that moment on I've hated spoilers.)

We've agreed to not tell each other a single thing about it. Although I read faster than she does, I get car sick if I read in the car and she doesn't, so she'll likely finish it before I will. We've also agreed that we will signal to one another that we are done with the book by using stock James Bond 007 phrases, which then we will know means we can discuss the book.

Complicated, but fun.

So a few days in Mull. Then a day in the Scottish Lowlands. Then a day visiting Angus' dad and his stepmom, who always completely exhaust me. Then back home in time to visit the midwife and set off the situation known as Operation Duck and Cover, in which Angus informs his ex about the babies.

Good times, my friends, good times.

As a special treat, a guest poster will be here while I'm swatting mosquitos swanning around the Highlands. Ilyka Damen, who some of you may have read, stopped blogging a month ago and I've missed her horribly since then. Seriously. Like, as in "miss Target" kind of miss so that should tell you what kind of longing has been occurring. The girl comes up with posts that amaze me and make me tremble with envy at her wit. She's graciously agreed to pick up the old blogging pen and come in, so she'll be posting here. She's not just a great writer but she's also a good friend - I love her and I hope you love her, too.

See you on Friday next week.

-H.

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