So long, faretheewell, pip pip, cheerio…
The guts ripped out of my innards this morning – otherwise known as Ash and Leon leaving the building – have left me feeling a little nauseous.
The past two and a bit weeks have seen much frolicking in the snow, cooking up of feasts and general basking in each other’s Aussie soul-matedness, but rather than divulging details in long-winded rants, instead I’ll make like a paparazzo and let the pictures do the talking.
*Note: please don’t ask why I’m writing so bizarrely this morning – I have a lot of sleep to be catching up on. Right as soon as I stop writing like a Dubliner.