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Well! Guess who woke me up at 11:30 last night?

Yes, that's right! The fucking Bear!

I thought since I'd been away for the weekend, and cos I was tired and went to bed early (9:30pm a record surely!) that I would let the Bear cuddle up and sleep with me.

Generous I thought

How does the little bitch repay me? By drumming her little heart out on the great big mirrored wardrobe until i sit up......then she stops........I lay down...........she starts again!......I get up........she stops.........I lay down............starts!......I swear and get out of bed..............she sprints of and hides under the front room table.

Little turd! I had to go and drag her out and lock her in the kitchen.

Anyway! What was Riga like? I hear you cry!

Very pleasant indeed (barring the Ryanair flight full of stag c**ts).

First picture I took:

There had been 10" of snow the preceding day. And me and Angry had a lovely sit in the pub watching the snow pour down that evening.

This is what the locals think.

I'm presuming they mean 'sick' in the street talk manner.