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My sister will be here in an hour and a half, meaning that I will have lost half my blog readership. Well, lost internetly, but found somewhere around baggage claim. Speaking of which, I probably ought to begin the hike to Waverley. Look for a full update on her time here in a week. [Spoiler: We'll be making a three-day tour of the western half of Scotland, replete with tourbus and guide. Also a small taste of Festival, Fringe. And a crash course in Edinburgh, mostly on foot, led by yours truly.]

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  1. I'll just have to work twice as hard.

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  2. Ugh you Other two Jens are so annoying!

    Have fun with your sister.

    And make sure your haggis and blood pudding are safe before you chow down.

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  3. I decided not to indulge in Haggis although Mollina may make me change my mind. I'm not all that excited about it. I'd rather have sausages and mash.

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  4. Haggis is good.

    I'd eat it, although I'd leave anything with "blood" in the title alone...

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  5. I ate some haggis. It wasn't too bad. Quite rich in flavor. Good with potatoes.
    No blood pudding, though. :-P

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  6. haggis is good with potato. I don't understand really what the problem is...

    Twinkies are worse for you
    >.<

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