Abbi has gone and the snow hasn't delayed her flight, even though she is flying via Detroit (no direct flight - she treats airports like bus stations). But that's not the end of it, in six weeks time Dan is off to Tanzania to work with Medicare. Goodness but life changes quickly. Never mind though, in two weeks time he and I will be in this little tapas bar in Barcelona before we saunter up to the Camp Nou (well, catch the subway) to see the wonderful Barca. Tickets are booked, flights are booked, hotel in Las Ramblas booked and gluten free Estralla Damm available in a glass. Just what two boys away need, it will be good to share QT. In the meantime, I saw Bruce Springsteen do this live in Edinburgh, many moons ago. A blue collar, Tom Waits song, and I have no explanation why I love it, I just do, so there.
