Just had a long chat on MSN with Tessa. Cheered me up, hearing about her weekend and things. And put a few bits n bobs into perspective. What happens, what do you make it mean, and what does it make the other person make it mean. Confused? Not anymore 
Long, late night last night. Once mum had gone, the house quietened down. Then Mike, old work friend, called. Long time no hear. Filled me in on the latest in bonny Scotland, how his little contribution to the A380 is going. He says little, but when you talk A380, nothing's little. Was explaining how the height of the wing root is over 2 metres, and the machining shop for the wings is something you have to see to believe. Also sorting plans to get us all together, the old Northern gang, and me, the token Southerner. I know, I'm as Southern as black pudding. But I've been living down here now, on and off, for nearly 15 years. So it won't be long now before I can claim asylum down here 
