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Yup. This is the last blog of the year (unless the ferry doesn't come).We're away south to check on all the relatives. Why does it look a short distance on the map when we're on Coll, but expands into hours of driving when we get half way there? I suppose I get fooled into thinking I'll be in fifth gear and travelling faster, and I forget about all the time we spend standing still at traffic lights and roundabouts and other exotic things on the road.
Then there is shopping. At Island Stores either it is there, or it isn't. I want plain yogurt, not today. Butter. Yes. There is butter. But no choice, I don't have to decide whether I want cheap, English, Scottish (always more expensive), organic, unsalted, or a silly half-size pack from Europe. And then there is all the 'spreadable' butters. Those are butters mixed with water! I prefer my water with whisky, not on toast. So shopping is much slower too.
I'm a bit worried about leaving IB for so long, a lot can happen in nearly three weeks. A lot normally happens every week-end. And worst of all, I'm going to be terrified to open my inbox when we get back. I had 63 emails between yesterday and today. You are never alone with an inbox, but the only one I even vaguely needed was the auto reply from Amazon. Good old free-delivery Amazon.