My youngest, while working a summer in Switzerland, met some nice Scandinavian people and agreed to spend Christams and New Year with them, somewhere sunny, where they worked every winter.
She was excited at first but as the time grew nearer she seemed to lose interest and decided not to go.

So on Boxing Day 2004, she was crashed out on my sofa, hungover, cursing me as I shook her awake to show her the tsunami devastation in Thailand, where she'd surely have been on the beach with her new friends... whom she's never heard of since...
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 21 Aug 2010, 22:38, 1 reply)

Sorry that your young one lost friends. Dreadful and horror stuff to deal with.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 21 Aug 2010, 22:42, closed)