In a little over a week I'm leaving for PATAGONIA! and will be roaming around the bottom tail of South America for about a month. Which means, as some of you know, it is prime hunting season for postcards.
Should you desire a wild and angry postcard to make a nest in your letterbox, feel free to ping me a postal address, and I shall endeavour to see your letterbox thus invaded.
Now, that's more than enough typing for me. Time to put some pants on and do responsible adult stuff.
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If you should happen across the Welsh community in Patagonia, send me a postcard from there. :D
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Yes please to Patagonian postcards! I believe you have my postal address already.
Also, you know, responsible adult stuff can be done without pants on. I'm just saying.
Be careful of those Patagonian Welsh; what I hear, they're all crazy cross-timeline Madeleine L'Engle characters down there. You sure don't want to wander into A Swiftly Tilting Planet by mistake.
But: Patagonia! Kick ass. And take lots of pictures.
Ah, Patagonia! The only place outside of Wales that my native tongue is any use. I wonder if they speak Welsh with an outrageous Spanish accent? That would be good.
I don't think I'm going near Gaiman, Jaime, but I'll keep an eye out.
Oh I know (re: pants), but you know, the wearing of pants makes responsible adult stuff even more responsible adult.
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