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Life of Lu 13/09/11

Hey ho!!

It is that time of the week again, time to listen to the ranting and raving of Lu!
This week has been a pretty mega week.
James and I have been trying to help each other out health wise this week.
He has me crying through feckloads of kilometres on the exercise bike and lifting weights

while I have him eating fruit and vegetables.
Yesterday he sampled goat's cheese, smoked salmon and mango.


I was very impressed by his efforts!


The Scotland plan is coming along nicely.
I can't figure out where our money is disappearing to so rapidly at the moment.
There always seems to be another flippin' bill
but we'll be fine come Scotland time!
I only have 2 and a half weeks left of work.
Probably 4 weeks left in Ireland.
I am so excited.
I have a wonderful image of me, sitting in the Grassmarket sipping a chai latte, staring at hairy men in kilts.


Honestly, the image gets me through all the cantankerous customers at work at the moment!


I'm not getting much time online unfortunately
Poor Leroy our laptop had a terrible fate.
Our old housemate was sleep walking one night
and mistook our room for the bathroom.


Alas, Leroy was caught in the subsequent stream
and drowned.
It was heartbreaking!


Though on a happy note we're going to the UK soon for a baby's birthday party!


We've got the card, not the pressie
and it turns out James is a TERRIBLE pressie picker!
So it looks like I'm going to have to spend the next week shopping for a gift.
Tough work, isn't it!

Until the next time!
xx

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