Flight or flight
Room at the Inn
Just spent a tortured few minutes trying to come up with a sub-title I was happy with, and I’m not sure I succeeded. But I write this thing in a very serial fashion, especially when I’m a little drunk –…
The Englishman who went up a mountain
But came down a mountain
Oh god, it’s so nice not being woken up by Buster the cat. I mean he’s great ‘n all…most of the time… but recently he’s been pawing at me or stabbing me with a claw at exactly the moments when…
Where’s me jumper?
Round and round
Ooh, it’s late, this entry. Apt, really, considering how late we started doing anything of note on our Sunday in Innsbruck. Maybe my diarising (chronicling?) has jet lag. So, Sunday. Woke up early, listened to podcasts, played Microsoft Solitaire, watched…
Flying home for Christmas Newest
Outsbruck
[Writing this almost a week after the events herein took place, so not expecting great things. Mind you, spoiler alert, there wasn’t much to say anyway…] Right. Monday. Up ‘n at ‘em. With military discipline we’re out of bed at…