why wy?

Joe is gone. I didn't have time to cry for him at the airport, because I was cheap and refused to pay for parking. So we said our goodbyes on the kerb.

We traded music just before he left - it will keep us company when we're apart. I've got Jack Johnson, which he heard playing in a cafe in Cambodia, and I introduced him to Rosey, an Irish singer I heard at Belinda's place. They are fantastic, and I'm sure they are on Amazon and the like, so go get them.

We actually had scones the day after I posted about nutella crepes, completely unplanned. The world works in yummy ways.