Visiting St Andrews.

Due to an international banking error — those are fun, let me tell you — we do not have a car yet. FunkyPlaid wanted to show Mike around outside the city, so he rented a car and the three of us sped off to St Andrews. I hate being the little old lady in the front seat, clutching her purse, but there I was, incredibly nerve-wracked by the seemingly arbitrary rules of the road. I loosened up a bit with the M90‘s standard highway-ness. Still, it is embarrassing and disappointing to be so thrown by UK driving. Our visit was entirely worth the stress, of course.  Not only did we get to show Mike around, but we ran into another friend from the store who is a first-year at the university. Small world, indeed. We all...

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