Vanished into sand.

Dear Diary,

A hazy morning awakened to the lull of past nights Lang Syne singing at twelve. The hour of twelve passing was slightly soured by a dispute over which Regiment of Her Majesty’s Scottish Armed Services was playing the Aulde Lang Syne on the bagpipes. A friend said the Black Guard, I suggested the Black Watch. I had to stick my foot in it and mention that the Regiment in question had a similar head-dress, if only in colour: black, with a splash of red. Alas, it transpired that it was some other Regiment entirely, and the matter was all soon smoothed over amicably.

Today has been on the archæology Flex. I am trying to maintain study motivation and it seems to be working. Nine A.M. New Year’s morning and Max has got ‘the door-step’ open on Zapotec culture of Monté Alban. On the Flex.

Ron’ didn’t skip breakfast but I did; just a cup of tea and a Camden tooth-pick or two. Although the evening’s empire has now vanished from my hand, turned unto dust and sand, gone, wasted.

It’s a good job there’s a game of Puerto Rico, some board-game going on this afternoon. I really should be getting on with my TMA, but it’s New Year’s Day, and I away, on the morrow. (Which Ron’ is really happy about). Aye.

Home Ron’. Home.

Later that afternoon...

So much for home sweet home; I managed to get stuck in a rainstorm and wind is blowin’ a gale. Conan’s failed logistics have meant that the other players may, or may not, be turning up sometime soon. Bugger.

They turned up. \o/ Woohoo! Puetro Rico the board game on! This is so cool! We get to be five governors in the colonial New World. It’s a trading game, this looks kewl.

We’ve began setting up already.

Well, of all the pretty people there, aside from Conan and myself, no-one wanted to try out Puerto Rico on account of it seeming too complex. Psht!

So we gae Ticket To Ride another spin. It was a really exciting gane actually. Inspiring in-fact. It would be nice to mix it up with some variation like oil-pipelines and roads. A world map with cities for stations, more trade, or army supply trains. Anyway, back at base, it’s study with a cup of tea and beef Chow Mein and dry times, no liquor or smoke, which is probably a good thing.

Must away very soon. There remains but a half-day, until I must away, back to green-fields, valleys and trees, the bracing salt-sea breeze, my home, where I had aught to be.