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Nearly Done

Aberdeenshire has elected to go for ‘wintry drizzle’ this morning – not my first choice for our last Sunday North of the border, but at least there is a certain amount of consistency in the choice.  568 more words


Of course I'm working

Greetings dear reader and welcome to the sun-drenched loveliness of the Rectory at Folla Rule.

You join me today in the garden, next to the fish-less pond, with views across the rolling fields of Aberdeen, where even the crows’ cacophony cannot blemish this spectacular spot; although I am ghoulishly confident that if I sit still long enough, one or more of them will take a dump on me in due course.   871 more words



Apparently, a dissociative disorder is a mental health condition that alters a person’s sense of reality.  Presented with this specific and incontrovertible internet-based diagnosis, I must conclude that I have one. 575 more words

New Zealand

Time and Tide

I’m quite tired of the smell of Jeyes fluid if I’m honest.

As you approach the house from the garage, there’s a spot on the drive-way which completely reeks of said disinfectant where bikes, boxes and other embuggerances have been thrashed to death with pressure washers before being lavished with the gardeners anti-fungal cleaner of choice to the point that it makes your eyes water.  973 more words


Transport Trauma

It’s a long way to Southampton from Aberdeen.  But as previously noted here, cars will not ship themselves, (and to be honest, it takes a bit of encouragement to get any bugger to ship them for you) and so away to Southampton we did roll.  1,028 more words


The Shipping Forecast

Not quite so much the BBC’s rounded tones predicting water-based weather “Cromarty, Forties, Bight; Force 10, gusting 12 etc” but rather more along the lines of Del-might-have-been-inhaling-helium ‘what the bloody hell is wrong with you people????’…… 536 more words


Motion is NOT necessarily progress

I’m not exactly sure why 06:15 was the waking moment this morning.  It could have been the snoring (don’t worry love, I’ll pretend it was me – no-one will ever know).  593 more words