My life is still a mess. My inbox contains 743 uread messages and I don't dare check my facebook page to see what has accumulated there. To add to my humiliation I must yet again repost an old post (as it is hard to repost a new post) and can only hope that you will bear with me until I get my life back. If I can remember what it was like in order to restructure it back to the same manner. But, in two days I will head off to Frankfurt and can hopefully jumble something fresh together from there.
Previously posted on April 7th 2010:
In this post I am going to tell you about Iceland‘s friends, provide a few examples of such persons and tell you what it takes to be a member of this select clan.
This is too long already but similar to the pecking order of aristocratic titles, there is also a pecking order in place for “friends of Iceland” as above the general title described above reigns “a true friend of Iceland”. Few receive this honour but lately those who have sided with us in the never ending Icesave fiasco have been moved up into this echelon.
In anticipation of any possible trips up here, consider yourself warned.
Yrsa - Wednesday
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