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Normally the heading gives a sort of clue as to what I am about to write - however - not the case today.

Last night headed out to Tranent for a RA meeting, only a small group present but it was still a good meeting with a cuppa, egg pieces and some nice scones for afters.
On the ay home popped into the Sportsmans to see big Michelle who is leaving us at the weekend to start a new job nearer home in Haddington, she will certainly be missed , and I wish her all the best.

Dropped in at The Bush nearer home and tracked down one of the lads I have been looking for for a few days - certainly keen, working away in a garage at 10 p.m. on a cold windy night.

Had a terrible night with leg cramps for over three hours, every time I goyt to sleep it started again and woke me up - it was either that or the anticipation of knowing I would be stripping in the hall !! Anyway , that's just what we did this morning untill I took a wee run out to the Council tip to dump rubbish. Reminded me of my father, he just loved to go there with me and would always have a wee rummage about to see if there was anything in the skips he fancied.

The Budget was on today, and our Mr Darling is tarred with the self same brush as Gordon Brown and the rest of the thieving Labour Party. 4 p on a pint ; 14p on a bottle of wine and 55p on a bottle of spirit - it certainly will not stop the binge drinkers - just lining their pockets to pay for their latest round of expenses increases and to try and fill the big hole they have dug for themselves.

Graeme McKay, beloved Ratcatcher ( appropriate considering I have just been talking about the Government) called to see how I had got on with my mysterious noises in the attic - looks like it was the patter of tiny feet (not wearing New Balance trainers)- but some of the tasty, although poisonous, nibbles he left had been eaten by very appreciative, although hopefully now dead intruders. Graeme has fortunately recovered from his recent knee injury and was able to clamber up into the loft with the greatest of ease " just like the man on the flying trapease" - as the song goes.

Rob and Caitlin have reported in , doing OK, job hunting, visiting their relatives who seem to be spread far and wide probably in an effort to hide from the Police!! just as their ancestors once did before being put on the prison ships. They have published lots of photo's on facebook of their last weeks in the UK ; their search for the elusive Nessie; a drunken spree on board a train to London and Robs attempt to take the Ashes back to Oz from the MCC.

Anyway - time to get the feet up for an hour before yet another meetin, this time at Dalkeith.