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well well well - here we are again. After a bit of an extended stay in the uk we're back in the land of salty cheese and rancid grape brandy... and its quite exciting. Having already splashed out on lunch and dinner for 2 in Sofia, we find ourselves around £13 down... must have been that bottle of wine at the vegie pectopant, what a rip!

We're off to Veliko Turnovo tomorrow to meet up with Pete and assess how leaky our roof has become... or in fact whether we still have a roof. Bets at the moment are around 7:4 against.

We are back here for 6 weeks to try and sure up the house and barn ready for winter... and to get Sam ready to teach cornish to the bulgarian masses next spring. She will be living it up in studentski grad the party capital of sofia whilst I will be more likley found in a pool of mud beneath a few sticks in the middle of nowhere... surrounded by old women brandishing a plethora of pumpkin rice puddings.

I'll try and post a few piccys of the place once I have had the chance to assess the damage so you can all have a good laugh, although little miss teacher is gonna steal my lap top so my blogging might become a bit more short and sweet - yeah yeah, I know, about time (losers).

Thanks to my mum who has been a ledge over the last couple of months putting up with us while we have been pissing about (aka eating her food and drinking her booze... the record to beat being 3 and half bottles of port in one night) and to mr alan mcqueer (see below) who got me a job and forced me to eat 12 slices of pizza at the all you can eat hut buffet in the process... mmmm mmm felt like going back to work that afternoon let me tell you.



whats worse than a cardboard box? paper tits

Peace out for now e leka nosht