At times like these, what better way to salve one ‘s spirits than a glass of good, dark, Guinness Draft Beer!
What self will NOT miss: How much weight she’s gained here in Scotland. Scottish breakfasts are positively huge, dear blog readers. And lunch follows only three hours later. Then, because one’s tummy has been stoked (already) by the rich food, one simply cannot hold one’s horses until the 7 p.m. dinner. And that’s when the butterscotch tablets come out. And the scones and tea. Aaaargh, aaaaargh, aaaaargh.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.