It's been a horrible summer - miserable weather, work, not winning the lottery, work, having to expand my patrol sector to include Sedna...
I mean, Sedna! Not even Pluto, but some rock billions of miles from the back end of nowhere that some stupid scientist discovered by accident. And all because the Patrol Magistrate got pissed when I tried to explain that - look, there's no way to put 'Uranus' into a sentence without someone getting a laugh out of it, but suffice it to say that he misinterpreted my assertion that I didn't feel the need to patrol there and, well...
Anyway, it's been almost a year since my last holiday, and I have 16 - count 'em! - 16 days to use before the end of December.
The question is, where to go?
Further research is indicated...
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I've been thinking about going on a wolf tracking holiday in Romania, wanna come along?
Wolf tracking?
Romania?
So long as it's in October, deal me in!
I decided to pay off my credit card, so I won't be going abroad for a little while. Wolf tracking season won't be over for a while, so it's still a possibility.
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