My football team, the Heart of Midlothian (or Hearts, or Jambos) have had a great run of late. Since the start of the season, they have scaled the heights of the Scottish Premier league to sit on top, and lord it over the likes of the Weegie teams, and the ever-so-nasty Hibees. No longer. First of all, our manager departs. Then we draw with.. someone, I forget who. Then we LOSE to the HIBEES, thus allowing Celtic to claim the throne AGAIN. THEN both our chariman AND our chief exec leave at the same time. Crumbs! I blame the majority shareholder, some millionaire from Lithuania, or some such place, who was quick to appoint his son as executive. Something is amiss, and unless this idiot starts respecting the people who actually work at the team winning (ie. not him!), he's going to find that his club slip steadily down the league.
In other news... I'm off home at Christmas. This last few months has had a lot of highs and lows that have left me reeling somewhat, and in need of some TLC in the shape of Mum's chocolate trifle. I was looking forward to spending this winter break doing some travelling in SE Asia, but the plans simply haven't come together. Maybe it's for the best. When I made the decision for sure (last night), I felt quite happy at the prospect of home. Not that I am counting down the days til the end of my Japanese life. It's just been a mad time of it, and I feel the need to go home and chill out.
Still emailing Stu, which is still nice.