08-10-2014

Have you recovered from your wine in a stein holiday?

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Hello Missus,

It was the BEST BREAK EVER. Seriously, if you & Maurice are ever hankering after a long weekend city-break type thing, Wiesbaden is for you (90 minutes direct from Edinburgh, then 20 minutes in a taxi to Wiesbaden). I think your girls would like it too and Peter loves showing people around. 

I think the best thing about it was the cake. I ordered one in a coffee shop that looked especially yum but didn’t know what it was called so just described it. The waitress said, “Oh you mean the ‘Miss Piggy.’” It may take me a while to live that down.

How are you? You must be due a week off soon. Is work still rubbish? Are you free anytime for anything?

Yours,

Miss Piggy

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That’s brilliant!

Yes I am off next week. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. We are off to Maurice’s folks on Sunday and back Tuesday. I pretty much just sit and eat cake up there. I couldn’t ever stay more than a couple of nights as I wouldn’t be able to fit into my clothes to come back. It’s like the opposite of a crash diet.

Fancy a movie and/or beer sometime? Feel free to stress yourself out by trying to organise a group thing but I’m happy just to catch up with you.

How’s the tennis ball situation?

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I LOVE cake. Can you pass Maurice’s parents’ address to me? I will turn up at their front door armed with a flask of tea and a cake-fork.

As for nights out, you are quite right. Even organising “Pride” turned into a mission. Did you notice how I said to everyone “Tell me when you are free” and they all replied by not replying but by asking when I wanted to go and then telling me they couldn’t make it that night.

It is this sort of thing that gives a chap a complex.

I just checked movies. There is not much on at present, unless you want to see “What We Did On Our Holidays”, but I suspect you will want to save that for watching with Kirsten & Rachel as David Tennant is in it and you all fancy him and want to marry him and everything.

Shall we just have beer? My first thought is the whisky society on Queen Street but I’m happy coming somewhere nearer you.

Finally. The tennis ball. It still goes with me everywhere. I am like Andy Murray with a sore airse.