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Nothing much to report. I have spent most of the day processing and uploading the photos that I took whilst in Portugal last week. I took a lot, and it is taking some time. So today, I have been in Portugal in my mind, if not in body. I've begun to notice that I am developing a love-hate relationship with that particular country. When I'm there, it doesn't take long before I wish I was back in Scotland. On the other hand, while I'm in Scotland, I often think to myself how lucky I am to be able to head off to Portugal so often. I see my friends working in Dundee day in, day out, looking forward to their fortnight holiday, then I am glad that that is not me. Then again, while I'm over there, I often find myself wishing that I had a nice office job in Dundee! Fickle, or what. When it all boils down to it, I am blissfully happy... I just like complaining! I have a wonderful family, a nice house, I am my own boss, I am not badly paid doing what I want to do, I get to spend a lot of time in one of Europe's most beautiful cities. Yup. No matter how much I might gripe about things, deep down I know that I wouldn't change it for anything.