I was in Aberdeen last weekend (or rather, for a long weekend, from Thursday till Sunday), and wanted to show you some pictures. And I really mean just a few, and no pictures of myself or outfits. That’s because things didn’t exactly go to plan. But more of that later.
So, what was I doing in Scotland? Well, remember a while ago when I said Professor M was going to start a new job? Well, here we are: our new U.K. base will be in Scotland, in Aberdeen.
Of course, we’ll still be the couple constantly commuting (pardon the alliteration) between two countries as I have no intention of moving to Scotland, or anywhere else for that matter. But I’ll be a frequent visitor. How frequent, that depends on Brexit, of course, and how difficult it will make life (and travel) for us…
Anyway… It was grey: both the town (the little that I saw) and the weather (it’s December, after all). And this wasn’t my first time in Aberdeen, so I also knew what to expect. But I only had one day to explore. Why just one day? So good of you to ask…
Hello Flu Season!
So, I arrived in Scotland late Wednesday evening, and spent Thursday walking around, getting lost because I got on the wrong bus, taking photos of this and that, and getting to know the neighbourhood of our temporary flat. And then, on Friday, I woke up with a flu… Cue two days spent in bed feeling utterly miserable (even more so because there was no Internet access and I was quickly burning through my monthly international mobile data allowance).
And on Sunday I had to get back to Finland. Or that was the plan, anyway. Due to some winds (or something weather-related), my flight was delayed, and I missed my connection in Amsterdam. So, I had to spend the night in a hotel before taking the first flight out in the morning.
OK, it happens, and normally I wouldn’t be too upset, especially since I had no work scheduled for Monday. But imagine doing this when you have a slight fever and are coughing like your lungs are about to collapse any minute. Long story short, I didn’t sleep much at night, but I did finally get back home on Monday morning.
And then I decided to do what a sensible, normal person would do and go on sick leave and try and get over this flu once and for all.
You see, I’m one of those people who’s ‘never ill’. Or, rather, I would never accept or admit being ill. Oh sure, I get the flu just like everyone else. And for a couple of days I feel like I’m at death’s door and just want to be left alone to die in peace. And then I realise I’m not going to die, after all, and start getting restless. Like, ‘how-much-longer-is-this-stupid-flu-going-to-last? I-have-a-million-things-to-do-I-don’t-have-time-for-this-shit‘ restless. And then I douse myself with all the flu medication I can get my hands on and get back to work or busy with whatever projects I have. And I’m sure you can guess what happens next? Yep, the flu comes back with a vengeance…
So, I decided that this time I’m going to put my health first: take some time off and get well. It’s just a few days, after all, how bad can it be?
Anyway, the plan is to get back to work on Friday, but take it easy over the weekend (and keep reminding myself that I’m still recovering). So, instead of flying out to the U.K. again, as I’d planned, to help Professor M with the move from Canterbury, I’m staying in Finland. Unfortunately, This means that I will also miss the farewell dinner with our lovely neighbours B and D. But my health should be the priority now. If I keep repeating that long enough, maybe it’ll become my new mantra…
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