Following You, Following Me...

I'm doing a bit of cyber-stalking of my own now!

Julie, Nev, Lou, Freddie & Cheeky... oh, and Madvanman (try saying that after a pint or 6)... I'm following you!

Freddie's Back!

Hooray! Freddie has returned to Blogland!

Missed you, Freddie!

Now... where the Hell is Cheeky...?

It's Thursday (But Only Just)

Yes, I'm cheating slightly... I'm not sure if I'm going to be online at all tomorrow since I'm likely to be stuck in the shop all day, then home to sorting out more of Mum & Dad's stuff with my pet Home Support Workers and, by the time that's done at the back of 8pm, then I'll still have my tea to find, and if I remember rightly, there's an episode of "Trial & Retribution" on tomorrow night that I want to see (Yes, Viki... I will be lusting over Scarguyonce again - but at least it's not AP!). So I'm planting Thursday's posts now, so I don't have to do them on Friday and backdate them.

Not that there's that much to tell you about Tuesday and Wednesday... just working (Tuesday started off at the office, then down to the shop - and Wednesday (I'm fighting the urge to say "Today" because I've not been to bed yet) was down at the shop, up at the office for about an hour & a half (taking my lunch with me) and then back down at the shop). Can't tell you why, but I can't wait until this month is over (and it's already over halfway through - Christmas seems like so long ago now).

And that's really about it.

Oh, Nev... Just in case you don't read my reply comment - Yes, that was the Sarah Greene I was talking about on Monday!

And "Hello!" to Julie - How are you, m'dear? I hardly seem to have time to plant PMs for you these days since I'm hardly ever at the office. Big hugs m'hunny, and I hope you're keeping that boss of yours (and that man of yours) on his (their) toes!

And Cheeky - where the heck have you disappeared to again? And Freddie... no news on those new grandbabies of yours yet?

Attention, Bloggers!

Freddie... Nev... c'mon now - life can't be that boring that you've got nothing to tell us, can it?

And Cheeky, my batty friend, I'm sure you promised me a blog update ages ago...

The Musical Interlude...

Subtitled: Freddie, This Is Your Fault!

After reading about Freddie's trip away with friends and how they were singing daft old songs (http://seewot.blogspot.com/), I've got silly songs going round and round and round my head!

So, first of all, The Corries (ancient Scottish band that my Mum used to love, and who I used to refer to as The Scorries (which is an Orkney word for a seagull)) and what I think is actually called "The Bricklayer's Song"...

And then Billy Connolly and "If It Wisnae Fur Yur Wellies"...

(Freddie, I wanted to post "The Evil Scotsman" by BC, but I didn't dare!)

And what other songs have been whirling their way round my cranium that for some reason I couldn't find on YouTube?

"The Jeely Peece Song"... (Oh, ye cannae fling peeces oot o 20 storey flats... 700 hungry weans'll testify tae that... If hid's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breed is plain or pan... The odds against hid reachan earth er 99 tae wan)...

and

"The Wee Kirkcudbright Centipede", but I keep getting in a mucking fuddle with the words!

Apologies to the non-Scots blog readers who won't have a clue what I'm on about... but blame Freddie!