Happy Birthday, Sam lad! Hope you had a good one!
Well, it's been a while since I've posted, I'm sorry for disappearing on all of you. It wasn't intentional, but I'm sure you all know how these things go; you keep meaning to post, and then something comes up, and then suddenly a few weeks have passed.
So, how are you all? Jou, must be exam time for you now - how's that going? Revision going well?
Lorne, Ianto, congratulations to the both of you. I'm sure you'll make smashing parents, really.
Em, who else...
Colonel Sheppard, good to see you're feeling better. I'm sure Keller's taking very good care of all of you out there. And please, pass on my congratulations to Teyla. I'm not sure if I can send anything from here...I'll give it a go; let me know if you get a parcel for her at any point, will you?
Not much news this end, I'm afraid; I've given in, rented a wee flat near the practice. I haven't seen Evan in a month or two now; he won't answer the phone, just in case it's me. His mum's staying with him now, she's looking after him, but she's given up even trying to get him to see me.
I could understand if I'd done something, but that's just it. I haven't. Not that I can tell, anyway. And near as I can find out from Maureen, Evan says the same. It's not me, it's him. I suppose it should hurt less, knowing that, but there's only so much a man can take. I think I have to call it a day, now. Start making plans. I don't know if I'll even stay here. I was happy to move, but both Evan and I knew this move was for him, not me. I don't need to be near Maureen, and well, Evan's made it quite clear he doesn't want me near him. Maybe I'll go back to Scotland for a while. Maybe even Edinburgh, again.