Out of the frying pan...

And into the refrigerator!
I arrived safely, spent a lovely -though glassy eyed- day with the Ferries, and then came to my new flat in Forfar yesterday morning. Today's task will probably be to construct my wardrobe, which I'm hoping is the Narnia sort.... though I would eat magnums instead of turkish delight. Anyway, besides the spectacularly boring orientation session I attended this afternoon, all is well and I've hit the ground running.

Luckily, the just-arrived-in-the-country syndrome (that is, the uncontrollable urge to parrot everything someone says in a scottish accent) seems to have passed after only one day this time. Hopefully all remnants of it will be gone by the time I meet with my professors tomorrow.

Today's words of wisdom-- In America, 100 years is a long time. In Britain, 100 miles is a long drive. Maybe there's not much application in that, but it's so true!