Yeah, hurrah, leaving…
Brought myself (in my hung over state) and all the fresh food left in the fridge over to S. & M.s house, and in return they cooked dinner – which in my book is a very good deal on a sunday like this! Especially since I am (if anybody should have missed that point) leaving on an airplane [NO, don’t sing the song, please] in a few hours, and it would have otherwise been left to rot in the fridge. But the turkey meat was very much appreciated as for some reason it’s unaffordable or un-gettable in Iceland, who knows, mabee importing it is banned to avoid infecting the wonderful icelandic sheep with bird-flu…
…or, go on; make up your own alternative lame, sorry; really credible excuse for making a few guys rich, make the rest of the icelanders pay through the nose for anything food related, and make sure people are forced to buy the wonderful icelandic products, which are all CENSORED, TO AVOID DEPORTATION of course.
So I shall enjoy myself in wonderful Copenhagen for 20 days – and if I’m not to spend the first one sleeping, I should probably get off the net now, and get some sleep, so;
This is Ridley, signing out . . . [Selfdestruct in T minus two minutes]