(Get) Out Of The Frying Pan...

Thank god the cooker had been switched off for a while and the frying pan was cold!

Peedie Peedie has a lot to learn yet...

Meet Our New Nephew (Or Niece, We're Not Too Sure Yet)

Well, have you ever tried getting close enough to a semi-feral cat to discover if it's an Arthur or a Martha? It's not easy!

Anyway, over the last couple of weeks, my brother has been out on my sister's farm looking after their elderly dog while they've been on holiday (remember, I mentioned that Viki & I had been out there at the weekends?)... Well, while there, he was also feeding the colony of semi-feral cats that live in the byre and *ahem* keep the rats down (why the "ahem"? because while my brother was there, he was feeding them cooked chicken and mussels, and they didn't seem that keen on rodent after that)!

Among the colony there are 3 ginger cats... Big Ginge (as christened by Dave) who is dad to Peedie Ginge and Peedie Peedie Ginge. Well, I say "are"... now more "were", as Peedie Peedie has been adopted by David. He (we think it's a he) is somewhere about 4 months old, and has been in his new home since Saturday.

He's a peedie bit nervous still, but is beginning to settle down to indoor life. As you can see, he's being let off with murder at the moment... worktops will become off-limits ere long...

And he seems to like the food at this hotel... while his kith and kin have gone back to bread, cat food and munchies... he's still dining on mussels!

You can expect more photos and adventures of Peedie Peedie (as we are trying to persuade David to name him permanently... or at least Ginge) on here, but in the meantime, you can see him in his former home with his brother or sister, Peedie Ginge, here.

By The Time You Read This, I Will Be Gone...

... to spend the weekend at my sister's farm with my brother and Viki. (Did I have you worried there?).

My sister & brother-in-law are away on holiday for a couple of weeks, and my brother is farm-sitting, looking after the cats and their elderly dog... so Viki & I are tagging along for tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow night... returning Sunday night because we both have to go to work on Monday.

So, I've cunningly pre-prepared the music video posts for the next couple of days, as well as planting this to auto-publish at 11pm... by which time we should be sitting in the dark (and I mean DARK... their farm is down in a valley, away from the main road and any lights), with a flatulent dog (and probably a flatulent brother), and the cows outside, and watching the DVD of "Poltergeist", which I've not seen for years, and which Viki has never seen... so no phoning when you read this trying to give us a fright - the mobile will be on silent (if I can get a signal at all, which is unlikely... as I said, they're down in a valley)!

See you in a couple of days!

Look Who Came To Visit My Brother With Us...

See the story here...

Here's Gizmo visiting my brother with us, strutting around the yard like it was his home:

And here he is weighing up his chances against the gulls as we were feeding them... Wisely, he decided that, if it came to a fight, he would probably not come out of it as the victor...

Lobster Carnage

Having a flatmate who works for a local shellfish producer (who just so happens to supply crab and all to the likes of Marks & Spencer ("This is not just any crab...")) has its uses sometimes (especially if, like me (but unlike Viki, which means even more for me), you like crab)...

Like today... when she texted me to inform me that the staff were being offered cheap lobsters and she had bought one... a whole lobster... for - wait for it - £2!!!!

I've never tried lobster before, and neither had she, so we decided we would take it down to my brother... and he could help us get into the thing, and let us know if there were any bits that were poisonous and shouldn't be eaten...

So, after work, he came and got us, and we went by Tesco to get some smoked mackeral (coz the lobster wasn't big enough between 3), and some nice crusty bread... and then down to his for a feast...

Viki had a taste of the claw and tail, but decided it was too much like crab... I had a bit more of the claw and half the tail, and decided that lobster is like most other shellfish for me (I like the good bits, like the claws, but any bits that look like stomach or organs or (as this lobster had) eggs (yeuch!) I will not touch)... and my brother happily got wired into the brown, mushy stuff and the afore-mentioned eggs...

So, here's Nippy before...


and after...

The Weekend...

What a lovely weekend we've just had... if you discount the fact that I was working on Saturday and Viki was working Saturday evening...

You already know we had a meal out on Friday night...

Well, my sister & brother-in-law were away for a few days, and my brother has been looking after their farm. They've got a house on the farm that they usually rent out, which is empty at the moment, so my brother suggested that Viki & I come out for Saturday night and Sunday (they were coming back Sunday evening).

So, I went out about half past 7 on Saturday evening, and then my brother went in to get Viki from her work after half past 9.

We all cheated for tea, coz we had microwave chicken tikka, and then we just had a laugh until about 3o'clock on Sunday morning. At that point Viki & I went round the corner to the guest house where we slept in the living room (one on the sofa, one on a couple of armchairs pulled together... there wasn't a big lot of furniture in the place since it's empty at the moment).

And, would you believe, because it's so quiet there in the middle of a valley in Holm, and there isn't traffic going zooming past 24 hours a day like our place, we didn't waken up til almost 12 noon?

And when we did waken up... Oh. My. God. What a beautiful day! My sister has a porch on the front of their house, and the temperature in there was reading about 40 degrees!

Had toast for breakfast (for once I had to miss out on Viki's scrambled eggs... she does wicked scrambled eggs), and then we came into the town to get some dead animals to barbecue for dinner / tea.

Returned with steaks (which were reduced... woo-hoo), a couple of gammon steaks, and some lamb kebabs. Sat in the concrete area in front of the farmhouse and my brother was in charge of the barbecue.

Viki, me, him... and my sister's elderly dog... all ate very well, before he took us back home... me with very slight sunburn on the one arm that was facing the sun.

It was a great day.

I'm Feeling Really Guilty...

I started this week off with a cold... a real stinker of a cold...

By Wednesday I had given it to Viki... and to my brother.

It has to be said, I'm not really feeling guilty about giving it to my brother... every time I get a cold he takes the piss and complains that I can't just die quietly... so when he texted me to say "Thanks... you've given me your scabbie cold", part of me went "Hee, hee".

But now poor Viki's got it... and worse than I have / had it. She went through about 4 little packets of tissues yesterday, and the day before, she came home from work and spent the rest of the night asleep on the sofa. And last night / this morning, she was coughing so bad she was nearly sick.

So... I'm sorry, my poor draga... I promise to keep my germies to myself in future (or at least, give them all to David instead).

Puszak!

Sheep With A Deathwish

Viki & I were out a run with my brother today in the beautiful sunshine (even if we started too late to get the best of it)...

Headed out to the headland at the Brough O' Birsay (probably my favourite bit of the Orkney Mainland) and, as it was low tide, we could even go across to the Brough. There for a wee while, and came in via the Brough Of Gurness (although we couldn't get to it as it is a Historic Scotland visitor attraction, so you have to pay... and it was shut anyway...

But we had a real laugh on the way out, near Stenness... We were driving along, and there was a car in front of us which had to stop because there was a lamb on the road, and it kept ducking back and fore in front of the car. The driver got out, picked the lamb up, and very kindly deposited it back in a field among a lot of other sheep, standing on a wall astride the barbed wire in order to set it down gently...

... And it turned around and came straight out through the fence again!

So the guy managed to get it again... and tried at the other side of the road. There there was a little grassy field surrounded by a wall about 4 or 5 foot tall, so he put it in there... and the peedie lamb tried desperately to get back out again... it was NOT keen on staying there.

The driver took off, and my brother, Viki & I were watching the lamb as (we presume) the farmer appeared on the scene. He got the lamb and explained that it was a caddy lamb (orphaned or rejected by its mother, and bottle-fed), and that was why it was so tame and had no fear of humans (which at least made it easy to catch). Both Viki & I got to pet it, and it had a suckle of my brother's peedie finger (that would have been a disappointment for it).

Left the farmer cursing for it, and we carried on to Birsay.

But here it is in the second field we tried to leave it in:

We've decided it should be called Houdini.

Then, later on, after we'd been back at my brother's (who lives just a bit around the corner from me, down by the harbour) for a while and had left to come home... accompanied by my brother, he suddenly said "Hey, we've got company". We looked down to the side of us to see...

Leia... looking at us with a very "Oh, hi! Fancy meeting you here!" look on her face! Turns out she had made her way down from the communal area at the back of our house, down across the main road (which we've told her in no uncertain terms that she is NOT meant to go near), and into the oil tanks that are between us and my brother's... which is a bit of a cat hot-spot after hours. So, she'd been out partying!

Live By The Sword(fish)...

Die By The Evil Little Fuckwits We Saw Last Night.

First, a recommendation... tonight we tried swordfish for the first time ever, and it is absolutely delicious!

Bought 2 steaks (cost just under a tenner for 2 bits, but they were good big steaks) from our local fishmonger today as a treat, as we've been making the most of the bonny evenings this last week or so, and have been out runs with my brother... so we hadn't really had a relaxed evening at home since last week sometime.

Baked them in the oven for half an hour or so... very simply... didn't even add salt or pepper, and had them with cauliflower & cheese sauce, and potatoes. And they were so good... like tuna, but not quite so "meaty"... more "fishy" flavoured (if that makes any sense), and not quite so firm as tuna. And had a glass of wine with them.

Really... try swordfish if you ever see it in your fish shop... you won't regret it.

Oh, and we made the fatal error of giving each of the cats just a tiny bit to try it... and they really rather liked it, thank you very much! But if they think that we're going to start feeding them swordfish instead of Felix cat food and cat biscuits, they've got another think coming!

And then on to my other fishy story... which is a bit of a rant...

Last night was quite bonny, so Viki, my brother & I bought some chips and drove out to Scapa pier to eat them.

When we got there, there were 6 or 7 "kids" (14 - 15 year olds) fishing for mackeral off the pier... and they were catching a few. But it was what they were doing once they caught them that made me and Viki feel so mad...

When they landed a fish, they got it off the hook and then, instead of either:

1. killing it cleanly and humanely so that they could take it home to eat

or

2. removing the hook without hurting the fish too much, and then letting it go again

which are the only 2 acceptable things to do, they left the poor thing flapping around on the pier for ages, kicking them, half standing on them, throwing them at each other, "fencing" with them, and hitting them with bits of wood (but not a clean blow to kill them).

Then, when the poor fish must have been dead, one of the boys jumped into the sea, and some of the others were throwing the fish at him. What's the point in throwing them back into the sea when you've tortured them to the point that they are dead?

My brother was out of the car, and we were hoping that he'd go and give them a skelp, but he didn't seem to see the situation the same way we did.

I wonder how the little thugs would like if someone did that to them?

I'm not a vegetarian, and I eat fish, but there are ways to kill your food... and that wasn't right.

That Was The Weekend, That Was...

And what a great weekend... for a start, my 3rd Saturday off in a row.

But first, Friday night... which involved a nice bar supper at a local pub with Viki, then we met a guy that she speaks to on the bus some days, as we were standing outside waiting for a taxi, and we discovered that he was heading to the same pub as us... so we offered him a lift... and spent the rest of the evening (til 1o'clock in the morning) in his company. Spent the last hour as his guests in a local members-only club just talking about life, the universe and everything, and having a laugh over a quiet drink, before leaving him to go home.

Woke up Saturday morning with a slightly fuzzy head, but with a mission for some retail therapy. Brunch was had at a cafe, and we left feeling a bit more human after some food and coffee. Spent all the afternoon (until Viki had to go to work at about 5pm) wandering about the shops, checking our favourite charity shops for bargains, and window shopping... only slightly marred by the fact that the bonny weather of the last few days had broken and it was dull and rainy. Hired a DVD for watching at night but, for some reason, we didn't manage to get it seen.

Today (Sunday) dawned a bit cold and dull still, but by about 1pm it was sunny and dry again. Spent the morning (after a breakfast of Viki's scrambled eggs and bacon... it's great having a flatmate who can cook) surfing YouTube for silly music videos, before we headed out about 3pm to see some of the parade for Norway Constitution Day (Orkney, having strong Viking / Scandanavian links, usually has some sort of thing on for this). Stood outside the cathedral and listened to the speeches, then there was music and some traditional dance displays, and then (Viki's favourite) the Kirkwall City Pipe Band played a couple of tunes.

After that, took a wander up the street for some ice cream, before heading to my brother's to get ready for our Sunday run.

Headed out East again (but not to The Hup again... not risking that again - David's just had his tyre repaired after last week)... This time we stopped the car at The Gloup, and then walked along the cliffs to the Broch Of Deerness. Me, being a coward, didn't cross to the broch (it being reached by a path that was altogether too close to the cliffedge for my liking)... so I braved the Terns and Kittiwakes that were less than pleased that I was so close to their nests - until they started flying close enough that I could see the whites of their eyes... then I retreated a bit. When David and Viki came back across from the Broch, we walked back to the car before driving somewhere to stop and have some sandwiches and coffee just after sunset (about 9:30pm).

Didn't get a chance to watch our DVD again tonight, and it has to be returned tomorrow... so that's £3.50 "wasted", but it's a small price to pay, considering the rest of the weekend was so good.

Working next Saturday, but we are going to a concert on Friday night as part of our local Orkney Folk Festival... we were listening to Radio Scotland as were eating our sandwiches in the car, and there was something about a Hungarian violinist who is going to be playing as part of the festival... so we've booked tickets for next Friday night to see his band (The Jani Lang Band), a local band called The Chair, and a couple of other artists, at 10pm through in Stromness. Funny that Viki comes to Orkney to see Hungarian music played! Really looking forward to it!

Abandon (The) Hup All Ye Who Enter Here

It was a lovely day today, so we (Viki & I) decided that my brother was going to take us for a run to show Viki some bits of the mainland that she's not seen yet, and we'd make some sandwiches and coffee... and have a nice picnic.

So, shopping was done... sandwiches were made... and between 6 and 7pm we set off, headed Eastwards. Crossed the Churchill Barriers down to South Ronaldsay, and then down to the most southerly point of mainland Orkney... Burwick.

Parked the car there, and my brother & Viki walked along the rocky shore for a while, while I (not wearing the best shoes for scrabbling over slippery rocks, and being a bit wary in case I would fall and hurt my leg again) opted for a leisurely saunter along the road and down the little pier, before coming back up to meet them as they arrived at the pier.

We all came back via the road, and got in the car to find some loos and head somewhere to eat our sandwiches (it being close to 9pm by now, and getting near to sunset). Brother started the engine and we drove off with a horrible "dunka, dunka, dunka" sound - yup, a flat tyre! Now, South Ronaldsay and the village of St Margarets Hope kind of gets the pi$$ taken in a "Deliverance / they're all rednecks / meet my sister and my cousin... here she is" type way... and we'd been humming "Duelling Banjos" a few times. Saw the hole in the tyre, but no sign of what caused it... but my brother remarked, "It could even be a .22 shot". Maybe one of the yokels... sorry, locals... decided to teach these strangers a lesson? After all, there is a bit of seal shooting goes on down there... allegedly.

Brother changed the wheel while Viki and laughed at him doing his best "me man, you woman" caveman act, trying to impress us with his skills as hunter / gatherer.

Got it all fixed, then set off to St Margarets Hope to find the public toilets that we were assured by the sign at Burwick were "open 24/7"... except they were shut. Apparently they are open 24/7, but only for 8 hours a day. Yep, that's the way things work in The Hup!

On the way back, we stopped at the sandy beach bit at the 3rd Barrier, where a seal was watching us as we walked along the sand. And then on to some public toilets that WERE open, and to the kirkyard on the shore in Holm to (finally) eat our sandwiches and drink our coffee, before coming home.

A lovely Sunday... and we survived our trip into Redneck country!





*Disclaimer: Er... this post is intended to gently take the mick... I'm not really suggesting that one of the fine upstanding citizens of South Ronaldsay took a pot shot at my brother's tyre... It was probably a stone or a nail or something... and could have done its damage in Holm or Burray!

Nice Rednecks... er... call off the dogs, please? Pretty please?

Born To Rock...

On my birthday, my brother sent me a text telling me all the bad things that happened in history that day (the bomb on Hiroshima, and Stevie Wonder losing his sense of smell were the two that stand out in my mind)... Well, today is his birthday, so I've had to find the cheesiest artist that he shares his birthday with to honour today... and it's a doozy!

Sep. 26th, 1948 (making her 60 today) - Olivia Neutron-Bomb (sorry, Newton-John) was born...

Here with ELO and her hit "Xanadu"...

The Laughing Buddha And His Stolen Mo-Jo!

Ever since I got one years ago from my sister-in-law, I've had a thing for Laughing Buddhas (or Hoteis, and I've got 6 or 7 of them in various materials dotted around the place.

There is a belief in folklore that to rub the Buddha's belly brings prosperity, and I do it hoping that I'm going to win the Lottery

However, last night my Buddha was taken advantage of, and his mo-jo stolen!

My brother was along, and he spotted the one in the living room window... "A-ha! Buddha!" he exclaimed, "Rub, rub, rub his belly!"... and he did!

Later on I got a text which said "Hey! Thank Buddha for me... £14 on the lottery!"

Bastard! He stole my prosperity!

Following On From Yesterday's "Born To Rock"...

I have been asked to point out that (in my brother's opinion) ENGLISH is clearly not my strongest subject either... because the old "1 + 1 = 2" is arithmetic, not maths... maths is all that "square on the hypotenuse" shit...

But I can categorically state that english IS my stronger subject... There's a "How Smart Are You?" quiz on the BBC website, and I got 19/20 when I did it today... and here's the proof!

BBC: Take The Test Here

Next week is a maths one... Think I'll give it a miss... lol.

Here Lies Ally...

Okay, okay - It's not quite as bad as that! I just liked that smiley!

But I was forced into going to the doctor today with the sore bit on my leg - a whole 3 days before the ultimatum made by a friend (who told me on Sunday night that if I hadn't gone to see the doc a week from then that she would never speak to me again... and I believe her - those Hungarians are tough, you know). Over the last 2 or 3 days it's not got any sorer (it really doesn't hurt), but the yucky watery stuff that's coming out of the surrounding area is getting more and more - to the point that I put on a dressing yesterday morning, and had to replace it by about dinnertime.

Anyway, got an appointment (with the practice that's temporarily looking after us) at half past 10, and the doctor was worse than useless! Would you believe, he didn't even take off the dressing I had on to see what it looked like? All he did was write a prescription for some anti-biotics and tell me to "lose weight" - like it's that simple(!)

Back after work to see the practice nurse to get some better dressings put on it... not that they're much better. That was 5pm, and by 7o'clock, I was sticking tape round the edges to try to stem the stuff running out. I've got another set of dressings for tomorrow morning, and I've got to go back and see her tomorrow after dinner to check on it and get more dressings for the weekend. At this rate, it would be better if they just hacked the damn thing off!

Pissed off as well because I managed to burn my tea, so my meal was the fillings only of a little chicken & mushroom pie and a cornish pasty - Still, that's surely a start on the weight loss?

Yes, I'm in a grump.

Right, going to bugger off now and watch last week's "Heroes", repeated on BBC2 (yes, I know I went to watch it at my brother's last week, but the bastards at the BBC had decided in their infinite wisdom that they were going to show it at 10o'clock instead of the usual 10:30pm, so I only saw the last 10 minutes). Then I'll wander round the corner to D's to watch the new episode (which is back to 10:30 - I checked).

'arris?

My brother & I got onto the subject of this last Saturday, but I've only just remembered about it now...

Conversation went something like this:

Brother: Blah blah blah blah Cock Sparrow... with feathers all stubby and brown...
Ally: No... that was the Ugly Duckling... coz Frank Butcher did a version of that song, and I had it on my blog...
B: Frank Butcher?
A: Mike Reid...
B: Ah. And all of the birds...
A: In so many words, said "Sling yer 'arris"...
B: 'arris?
A: Cockney rhyming slang for arse... *wonders* How the hell does that work?
B: Harris... tweed? Harris... and Uist?

Anyway, we drew a complete blank, so off went brother to look it up on the computer - and it is possibly the most convoluted, dodgiest piece of Cockney rhyming slang ever! Here's what we found...

Noun. Buttocks, 'arse'. Convoluted Cockney rhyming slang for 'arse'; Arris, an abbreviation of Aristotle, rhyming with bottle, and thereafter leading to bottle and glass rhyming with 'arse'. Also aris.

See what I mean?

It's Always The Man's Fault!

There's this advert on telly at the moment, and it really bugs me...

It's this one...

Okay, loving (if a bit drippy) wife phones her husband... he's driving home... he answers the call and chats away to her... then, distracted by thoughts of what's for dinner when he gets home... BLAT - he drives into a car coming the other way...

And the poor woman is getting the blame for phoning him! How's she supposed to know he's driving!? And surely he knows that you're not meant to ANSWER the phone when you're driving!?

So, therefore his sad demise is his own damn fault for not either using his hands-free, or pulling into a lay-by before answering, or just simply ignoring the call?

I mentioned this to my brother tonight (who was driving at the time) and he said, "Oh, yes... It's always the poor man who's to blame, isn't it?"

Well, yeah!

(Beep)ing Hell!

Been at work today all alone, up at the store, from (beep) 8o'clock this morning... and it's been one of those days where it's been busy but not very productive in the cash sale stakes (beep). I've reeled off 50+ metres of cable - 12 metres of which was 10mm² twin & earth - and everyone who came in was asking for (beep) weird and wonderful things.... "Got any grommets?"... "I'm needing glands"... "Clips"... - or, if it was something simple, we didn't have it in stock!

(Beep) My brother picked me up after work, and we had a quick run round the supermarket for one or two things each of us forgot last night - and I've got (beep) popcorn coz I'm planning to watch a DVD in a bit... "Fantastic Four - The Rise Of The Silver Surfer". Oh, yes - I can actually WATCH telly again... I got some muscle (beep) on Thursday night, and my TV from up here is now down in the living room - it's a bit of a comedown, because it's only a 24" at most, and the other one was a 28" widescreen, but at least it's a TV, and it WORKS... and there's no annoying loud buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz with it like my other one (which has a transformer buzz or something - crap SHARP telly) (beep).

Well, did you win a share of the £96million last night? I didn't... hence the fact I was at work today, and I'm here tonight, and not sunning myself and sipping champagne on my own (beep) private yacht. Still, there's always tonight - £6million would do to start with...

The rest of the week's not been that exciting - just me and Flunky at work (beep), except when I've been down at the shop (mainly just dinnertimes).

Oh! I'm actually socialising next weekend... after my 5 hour marathon exam on Friday, I'm going along an ex-colleague who's up for the weekend and having tea with her and another girl I worked with... and they've got the wine in already! And then (after a day off on Saturday... yippee! (beep)), Saturday night the 3 of us and another couple of folks are going out for a drink... so my poor liver will be taking a battering for the first time in ages - probably nearly a year. I'm a bit worried how out of practice I am - these days one of those Bacardi Breezer-type things (beep) usually lasts me two nights because I fall asleep before it's done the first night. So, in a minute, I'm going downstairs for some spring rolls and a can of wine (yes, a can... Lidl had them last night, so I thought I'd give them a try - a semi-sparkling white wine in a can). I'll report back tomorrow on what they tasted like, and if I fell asleep before I drank the whole of (beep) the first.

Right, I'm buggering off now... What's that? (beep)... "What's the beep, Ally?"... Well, when the muscle connected up the telly to the Sky dish, etc downstairs, he didn't get the DVD player working, so my brother came in tonight after the supermarket to set it up so I could watch my film... and as he was leaving, he reached up in the hallway, and pushed the button on the smoke alarm, setting it off, and scaring the crap out of poor Harriet. And then the stupid smoke alarm's spent the last 10 - 15 minutes after he left going "beep" every couple of minutes. Not that he heard... he'd legged it out the door going "It'll stop eventually"!

Actually... I think it might have... but don't tell him that!

Eeeeeeeek!

It's hard to believe it's been nearly a week since I've been on here to do anything more than post the daily music video, but it's been a busy week - but here I am with a potted summary of the past 7 days....

Sunday night & Monday night I watched cop drama "Messiah: The Rapture", without the yummy Ken Stott this time - but with the just-as-yummy Marc Warren. Didn't enjoy it quite so much as previous ones, but I think your gritty detectives are always better played by Scots... Think about it - Taggart, Cracker, Red Metcalfe (Ken Stott's copper) and Mike Walker (David Hayman) from "Trial & Retribution" are surely 4 of the best cops on telly (okay, Cracker's not strictly a copper, but still...). *

* Yes, the fact that I fancy 3 of those 4 may cloud my judgement just a teensy tiny bit, I guess....

Tuesday was at my Counsellor after work... She's given me a book that we're going to work through now - "Mind Over Mood" - which is part of this cognitive behaviour therapy or whatever it's called. So now I get homework from her as well!

I was a doofus on Tuesday and Wednesday night too... Tuesday night I put on the heater when I came home, but the place just didn't warm up any. Wednesday night, I turned on the heater, and turned it up a bit - and noticed with shock that there was no heat at all coming out of it! I cursed my boss up hill and down dale for buying cheap shit heaters, and sent him a text complaining that it had stopped working after only a few months and that I'd be bringing the damn thing back the next day!

Well, Thursday morning I went to unplug the heater... only to discover that the plug was about 4mm out of the socket! Then I remembered - when I came home on Tuesday night, I'd been going through to the kitchen, and I'd tripped over the cable... and it must have pulled it out just far enough to cut the power! I pushed the plug in again, and was met with a blast of hot air! So I had to go to work and confess my dingusity to my boss!

So, what else has happened this week? Not a lot really... just work, college, bad weather, and the usual shit.

Working tomorrow from 8am (yuk), and I'm all on my own up at the office.

Well, I guess that's about it, so I'll end now coz my brother's coming to get me soon to go shopping - and then I'm going down to his for haggis and clapshot... Yummy!

Probably see you the morn at some stage!

The Cheese Interlude...

Elkie Brooks and "No More The Fool"... with Charlene-esque talky bit...

An Extra Slice Of Cheese

Courtesy of my brother who keeps suggesting possible cheeses, but outwith the 80's... "The Ugly Duckling" by Mike Reid ("Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaht") in 1975...