Marty has gone home.

I hate goodbyes. Makes me so very very sad...

I know it's not going to be long before I go back and after a few days i'll be used to my life of a swinging 'bachelorette' sort of but still, saying goodbye was so hard.

On a brighter note, I'll be going to Bristol for work tomorrow night and putting up at the Marriot there. WooHoo! Phil's going to bring me around and show me the sights or at least I hope he will. Pity it's only going to be a night.

Hopefully will be able to get tickets for a weekend getaway in Paris. Am thinking of going back early after work ends here. I feel like Spain and Italy can wait until Marty is here to travel with me.