Two Houses

So I’m posting this here because this blog is where it fits better.

Maddy and I had sat down on the steps of a church, and became witnesses to this pair of women. One was meant to be leaving, until the other ran after her, made her turn around and they stood like this for easily 5 minutes. I have no idea what their connection was or what they were saying to each other, but it was amazing to see two people so completely closed off to the world around them.

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And there is a chef, so you have to sneak food from the kitchen or he chop off your hand!

Ok, that’s all that I couldn’t complain about on the other blog.

That and the fact I wish I was in Glasgow. What? Did I say that? Ignore it.

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And my face is falling apart. Bad sun.

This is where I am!

http://airlieandarchie.tumblr.com/

In France, with Maddy, and a new blog(!).

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Bye bye.

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Spiiiiders.

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At which point do you have to put the camera down and tell the cat to feck off to it’s own house?

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It’s gone.

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I think I might stop uploading - it’s actually quite easy to talk to yourself out loud and print out photos, instead of putting in all this touch typing practice that neevr seems to pay off.