...on every conceivable surface in the *bathroom*. Not the bedroom. It's not the sleaze motel.
Going home today. Sniff. I had got used to business travel. Nobody at home lays all my toileteries out on a little hand towel and leaves a message on my pillow at night telling me what the weather is going to be like tomorrow (well, expect when the roof is leaking, but that's different.) Ah well, perhaps I will be snowed in. You never know.
Come on down!
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Hope coming home isn't too much of a downer. Your blogs about Canada have been keeping me amused all week. Ta!
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