Mull-ing it Over...

Not dead; just living on an island.

In case you’re all deeply concerned and wondering why i haven’t written anything in a while (at least this is the scenario in my head...), fear not.  I haven’t died/been kidnapped /incarcerated/struck down with some hideous debilitating illness.  In reality, the truth is far more shocking.   I have, in fact, moved to an island off the west coast of Scotland for 6 months.  

....And now that 6 months is nearly over.  I have mixed emotions about this.  When I first moved to Mull, I felt like a fish out of water.  Completely out of my transient comfort zone.  But a few months down the line and I find myself rather attached to this strange little island for a variety of reasons - not least the fact that for the first time in over 2 years, I've settled and had (a bit) of stability.  

But enough about that.   In a mere matter of weeks I'll have left the island and will be off on another far-flung jolly for 4 whole months (hello South East Asia!) where I will get to write about my nonsense and escapades every day (not so easy to do at the moment, where every day feels like it is exactly the same as the previous...).  

So as of November, be prepared for some Thai-flavoured tales of (mostly)disaster and chaos....

Can't wait.