It's official - after 3-4 weeks away from Dundee I'm beginning to feel a little home sick again. Admittedly this has been the longest I've gone before it set in (probably because where I'm staying is not a dump for a nice change) but last night I realised it'd been 8 days since mother-dearest had rung me up, and that she was supposed to have called me on Saturday. What didn't help was when I called last night she said she's forgotten to call me.
Even tonight I put on some Tubular Bells II mp3s I'd downloaded and it reminded me of when I first bought the album when I was a teenager and got nostalgic for the old days. Anyway it reminded me I'd been remiss in contacting the old gang, it's been a wee while since I really chatted with anyone.
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Ah bless you Stu. Get out your photos of Dundee and have a good manly weep- you'll feel better. Have some chopped onion nearby incase your flatmate catches you.
Once you've had your moment of catharsis give big G and I a ring. We're staying in tonight, eating pizza and watching DVDs so would be delighted to hear from you. Go on you know you want to :)
Nice to know that we're missed
I put this episode down to a lack of Irn-Bru and Dundee Cake in your diet.
Or maybe he's just realised we all hate him! ha ha!
Only joking Stu-boy... Hope you enjoy my wife this weekend, be nice to her now! And let us know when you'll be hitting Scotland next, and we'll try be around to see you!
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