Man up and move on

A few pictures from Amsterdam to enjoy...

Did I mention that the weather in Amsterdam was pretty much exactly like the weather in Scotland? Who knew...

And if bad luck comes in threes, I'm due for a change of luck any time now...I feel like I'm being way too melodramatic, but it's just been one of those weeks I guess. To top off the fact that my ankle still hurts (tried going without painkillers today so that I would stop walking on it so much), and that I am thoroughly confused by Englishmen's approach to dating, Madeline was unable to make it up for a visit after all. Rubbish. But no use in moaning about any of it, because really in the grand scheme of things, all this is pretty silly. It's just time to man up and move on. Tomorrow is a new day.

This evening has cheered me up, though. Dinner with Jo was filled with giggles, per usual. I received a very happy email from an old friend that made me smile. Kate pointed out that "splendid" is an awkward and suspicious word. And family night with Matt and Jamie was thoroughly enjoyable, from coming in last place for the pub quiz in Droughthy's to a couple friendly games of pool. I'm excited for raisin weekend...bring on Sunday!