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My top co-mischief maker, conspirator, aider-and-abettor, partner in crime, accessory before, during and after facts which will never be disclosed (on pain of ) is moving to the other end of the world tomorrow. She's going away hunting a rare and endangered species (called a "job". I think they used to be common around here, but now they're very rarely found...)
So one last session of mischief tomorrow for old time's sake, pints, songs and broken strings, then off she goes.
Now, who'll stand bail for me on Wednesday morning? Just in case...
Ah, what a shame.
Have lots of fun at the send-off.
I hope it won't be a goodbye for ever!
Awww - I think I know who you mean, pity I never got to meet her.
Oh, I'm sure she'll be back!
It's quite mind-boggling, when you think about it. If this was the year my grandfather was born, or before, there's every likelihood we'd never get together again for the rest of our lives. But now? What with email, Skype and budget airlines, it's not that much harder to get together than it would be if it was just the southern tip of the island she was moving to.
Herself is back home for a few days - so getting into trouble might be much easier now.
Song for the day has to be Thin Lizzy: