One more special message to go....

.... and then I'm done, and I can go home. Love myself, better than you. Know it's wrong, but what can I do?"

I'm on a plain... a plane? Perhaps I shall be on a plane. I have served my notice at work last week, now I have three more weeks to go before I can fuck off outta Scotland. Four years! It feels like it went by in the blink of an eye at the same time as it went by at an arthritic snail's pace. I'm fed up of the UK. I can't wait to leave.