Castles are never how you imagine they’re going to be. You picture yourself wafting from medieval great hall to windswept rampart, the imagined accompanying strains of Enya or Clannad making you feel ever so slightly weepy, when in reality you find yourself in rubbish-strewn, freezing ruins with Sam and Betty from Wisconsin, their shell-suited thighs swish-swishing in unison as they loudly demand where the cafeteria is, and screaming, disappointed children asking where the real knights are and can they go to McDonalds. 1,259 more words
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I am going to write backwards today hoping that I remember what happened two days ago.
Today we got up and sorted through everything, cleaned up the apartment and said goodbye to Pat and Una. 884 more words