Ching Chong Ping Pong

After making a half-hearted attempt to repack my cases to fit in the extra stuff I've procured over the holiday (and extra clothes I really should be buying but can't be arsed fighting through all the crowds to do so), I took TFP up on his offer for a wee cup of 'cha'.

It turned into a nice wee saunter round town, enjoying some quality chin wagging and shutter snapping.

That turned into a visit to the Tail End and a drink or two with Sal and Mags which turned into a wee chat with Mum on her internet deprived luxury boat when I got home.

Suddenly, it's 11:30pm and I've only got thirty-six hours left. Just when I'm starting to feel a little bit human again.