Uninvaded

The three Swedes left today.
Now, I very much enjoyed having them here, and Marcus is very cute and very nice, so that's even more enjoyable, but really, BOYS!
Stick a group of them in a strange house with one girl their age and a teenage boy....girl ends up having to babysit EVERYONE.
So as much as I liked having them around, I'm glad my housekeeping duties are over. Especially as my parents came back today, turning up at the same time as my best friend, which made for a bit of a mess in the yard.
And on Thursday, the American cousin is arriving. I think I might run away. I mean, I've been a tour guide before, but that has always been by choice, and not because I felt like I had to. And it's always been in groups with plenty of guys-the last time that happened, I helped out some friends of my mother's who had a Scottish rugby team coming over and no-one to take care of them. So I did. And it was great fun. But I tend to get on well with big groups of guys. Mainly because when the ribbing gets really too much, I'll have a good rant, and forget about it ten minutes later.
Ah, the Scots. Great ones for drinking, they were. I hadn't seen anyone drink that much since Id been to the Czech Republic.

["Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired." J.R.]

Although...

On the other hand, they've been through Germany, Italy, Hungary and the Czech Republic before getting here, so they must have SOME sense of direction.

["The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time." C.]

Oops

in a moment of distractedness (ie, myself being unsocial because I was tired of boy-noise and them all playing video games-boys never grow out of that, do they?) the three swedes ran away.
They went off to town, which is five kilometers away (7 according to my brother, but he always exaggerates)on foot.
Now I'm just praying they don't get lost.

["Dig where the gold is…unless you just need some exercise."J.M.C.]