Like the start of any good holiday, I've just emailed a hotel in an obscure part of eastern Bosnia to ask if they've finished repairing the roads after the major flooding last week.

Getting that vile country out of my life #473.

Attempting to produce 1990s style Burger King spicy bean burgers.

No American has anything to say to the world today.

RIP Roberta Flack

You can still give Google Maps a one star review and highlight its caving in to political interference.

Operation 'Annoy The National Trust' complete.

My card now says nothing at all except the word 'Fruitbat'.

Fortunately I was right to point out to Northlink that they were going to cancel their ferry, 24 hours before they eventually decided to cancel it.

As a bonus, I've got a week's worth of exotic things to do in Lithuania and Poland, and the whole trip has cost less than a week in Scotland.

Lithuania is unbelievably cheap. I was struggling to find a hotel room that cost more than £35, and a six hour train ride is 25 euros.

The main expense is the transfer between Kaunas airport and Vilnius*

* There's no such thing as a flight for 50p.

Plan B. Poland.

Let's see if I can create more chaos than I did in 2020.

OK, so the curse has struck and I've had to call off my trip to see the Up Helly Aa. Again.

Plan B. The first third of my proposed Interrail journey between Vilnius and Krakow. Which should be interesting in January.

So that's Friday's ferry cancelled.

Old school Internet head tilt.

What could possibly go wrong?

So ... progress on döstädning.

I've managed to rationalise various staff collections of Thinggs in one much smaller folder