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Slow down. Sleep more. Cook a bit. Laugh a lot.

I’ve been here a week. I’ve seen some live comedy. I’ve done a night tour of Scotland’s most haunted graveyard (no ghostly attacks, but I’ll probably go again).

A few nights ago my housemates threw a surprise birthday party for me. They’ve been threatening it for some months now, ever since they learned that I spent my real birthday alone. Lori was in town, and Barney had arrived a day earlier, so we had almost our full Bulgarian and Romanian troupe. It was a great night, from what I remember. I couldn’t move the next day, so it must have been pretty good.

Today I bought a £50 bicycle and spent about five hours removing every ounce of old grease, aligning brakes, replacing tubes and figuring out how to put it all back together. English gears, French frame. Rides quite nicely but still makes some noises that I have to fix. Another day’s work and it will be perfect.

That’s about it. I will do something productive soon – getting a passport and a job are high on the list.