Home at last, after . . . all sorts of administrative guff which is at least one of the reasons I favour a rippling
Scottish saltire over a rippling Bulgarian flag:
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https://www.dropbox.com/s/njuf2ssprfpmx ... e.zip?dl=0
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No doubt, if I were trying to run a bsiness in Scotland I might feel completely different:
My heart's in the Highlands,
But my source of income is in the Balkans.
Which is utter b*ll*cks in so many ways the list is probably endless:
1. My heart is in South Ronaldsay as per geographical locations.
2. My heart is with my wife as per emotional mushiness.
3. The other chambers of my heart are in the Rhinns of Galloway.
4. My fowk cam oot o Dundee, Carnoustie and Arbroath, except for the ones
that cam out o Rothsay, Isle of Bute, Scotland and Emneth, Norfolk, England . . . so, go figure.
5. Spent from aged 3 to 12 in the grounds of Wellington College, in Berkshire, in England.
6. Spent holidays aged 4 to 12 in the Gower peninsular in Wales.
7. I dare anyone on there forums to tell me their emotional-ancestral what-d'ye-callits
are any simpler.