Things always look nicer in Paris.

The sky is nicer. The clouds are nicer. Maybe it's the reason I proposed to my wife there. I don't suppose the plethora of lawyers etc I am shelling out for right now can answer that one. They're too busy counting money. All I know is, I'm happy here. Home is shite. I think I'm just happy to have some sort of holiday, even if it's only for 3 days. I couldn't afford a holiday last year. I can't afford one this year. Next year, I bet my bottom dollar, I will be going somewhere. I dinnae wan't tae get hee haw for another year. Rant over.