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I don't know what it's called when you've got to meet someone and you can't relax or focus on anything else til it's done. Ridiculous really, and a bad night's sleep to add to that.

Part of it is R being away. It's only for the weekend but I didn't help myself with some true crime investigations and reels from accounts with names like LatinosAgainstSpookyShit, which make me laugh but are still a mistake before bedtime. (https://www.facebook.com/reel/1397123721491275) Anyway, the result was a highly coloured rather uneasy night.

R's away on a whisky tour. This was touted to him by a couple of friends a while back and he wasn't going to go, but the guy who arranged it caught Covid so R stepped into his shoes last minute. He's up on Islay now, which looks at once pretty and and faintly reminiscent of The Wicker Man.

The ferry trip sounded wonderful, all strong winds and mists that wrapped the ship, real journey to otherworld stuff. This I enjoy. Though I like whisky, distillery tours don't cut it for me, but I am definitely lamenting the delicious langoustines he described having for his dinner.