U r gay

It shouldn't be funny, but the stupidity of it is. Ever since I heard Homer Simpson mispronounce Uruguay as U r gay, I've wanted to go there. Before going back to work I'm leaving for Montevideo tomorrow, taking leave due as I didn't use enough in 2017. Uruguay is both obscure and experiencing summer, two of the most important criteria. I'm amazed a Bradt guidebook for it exists, but here we are.

Tuesday was occupied with furtling at home, donating clothes (in each of its UK stores H&M will now take any unwanted article of clothing or fabric regardless of condition, which is fantastic) and dropping off unwanted knick-knacks at the charity shop.

Cleaning the flat will have to wait a while as I was waylaid by watching the recent episodes of the League of Gentlemen. It is so clever and close to the bone. And gruesome.