Mamma Mia

I'm beginning to get a bit frustrated. I've never seen goods change hands as many times as this. I suppose that means the trail is hot. And as much as I would have enjoyed another evening in Ireland, perhaps a slightly more sober evening, I can't let it get cold.

And now I have Robert following me around like little Ringo used to do. Darling, if you're reading this, for God's sake, would you please stay put? It really is for your own good. I promise to fill you in later, when all is said and done.

Last call for boarding to the land of the midnight sun. I hope I can find a few hours of uninterrupted sleep once I get there.