Oh, puir wee Owen. I hope it heals quickly and causes him no more pain.
All the UK talk made me dreamy. I fell in love with Europe when we were in Germany. The idea of a single family's decendants living in a farmhouse, or in one of the houses inside the medieval wall of a walled town--not for generations but for centuries gave a seriously different perspective to having grown up in a "historic" town founded two and a half centuries ago, with a few scattered log and brick-timbered buildings. Towns with red-tiled roofs, cobbled streets and castles juxtaposed with ultramodern office buildings and a fetish for stark streamlined furniture and architecture made my time there all too short. I'd love to go back. I'd love to see other countries, too.
Nora, I'm so sorry for the financial tsuris today, and I'm glad it got taken care of.
Hil, fingers crossed, but I'm betting you did fine.
Betsy does indeed have lovely hair, well worth the petting. So sorry about the furnace, but I'm sure you've made the only correct decision, so congratulations on your decisiveness and perspicacity.
