Apparently I have fans of the fixer upper. Odin, Merlin, Domino and Gris Gris sent their servant Layla over to say, “That old pile is Dunluce Castle on Cliff, Northern Ireland. Not very cozy but a rooms with a view.” And they were right.
Flynn suggested I come here so I came over here to check it out. I hope he wasn’t thinking I should live here. When I heard Castle I did have my hopes up to being housed in accommodations that would suit my station. Sadly, these are bit lacking.
The Meezer’s thought I was in Camelot. Miles started singing… I highly recommend that you listen to him sing if you have not had a chance. He said, ”
OMG! You’re at Camelot!!
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
no? ok then we’ll sing our we don’t know where chey is song:
we’re too stoopid for this game
too stoopid to know terrain
too stoopid in our brains”.
They may not know geography but they certainly know show tunes (which helped both of us after being Borg.).
And I will leave you with that tune as there will be no Find Chey Friday (unless you look under the bed) because the Woman will be gone on Sunday. I shall not tell you where as you never know. Perhaps I joined her!