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Another week in the Deen... and a wedding far, far, away....

I can't believe that I have over two weeks done in Aberdeen.
They have just flown by, really flown.
I have been very fortunate so far. 
People have been very friendly, and generous with their time
My new colleagues have been very welcoming.
It has been a good start.


But, enough about that. 
The most exciting thing happened yesterday!
One of my best friends, in the entire world, married his college sweetheart.
Unfortunately due to my move, and all that rubbishness, I was unable to to go to the wedding but facebook has been kind in showing me some beautiful snapshots of the day, and Adrian himself sent me a fabulous photo of him and his WIFE, Chrissie. HIS WIFE!! 


Adrian has been one of my dearest friends for what must be nearly 15 years. We worked together as teenagers, we celebrated our Leaving Cert results together, he came with me to my debs (prom), we were neighbours at uni, and went to the cinema nearly every Sunday night for the last year he spent in Galway. He and Edel (who had a fabulous wedding just over a year ago), and I were quite a trio. We saw him fall for a wee American lass called Christina ten odd years ago, we saw their love blossom over the following decade, and last year he surprised us all by getting down on one knee and proposing. I was allowed be secret keeper for a week, and the secret nearly broke me I was so excited. Our Adrian was settling down! 

I wish them both a wonderful life together, and I look forward to celebrating their day with them when I see them in February. It is wonderful to see two people who make each other so happy. Adrian, I hope that I am as lucky as you and find someone as wonderful as Chrissie. Chrissie, keep him on his toes, he is a scallywag.


I had a first this week.
I climbed Mithers tap, Bennachie.




It was beautiful, and the climb was so rewarding.
I won't lie. It was an eye-opener as to how unfit I am.
I thought for about 100 ft that I was going to die. 
Some life decisions were made on the peak. Mostly about me getting up off my arse, shedding pounds and getting the heart pumping. Watch this space...

I have kept true to my plan of doing things on my days off. I am quickly breaking the habit of just sitting on my arse. I am exploring, walking, visiting... just getting out and about. It is a great feeling. Now I just need to do it at more pace and get fit! 


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  1. What a wonderful tribute to your sweet friend for his wedding! And what an incredible view at the top. You're really something Lu. I'm impressed by your ability to take in your surroundings and embrace them at the same time. You are so great. I need to get off my arse too. Someday.

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    1. Awww, thank you! Adrian is a wonderful friend, and the photos were an excuse to catch my breathe!

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