Pole in a hole - and still the sun shone

Not sure where I am at the moment - other than being in the house as they say - but last night was hectic with the training course then the exam - but one question - with multiple answers - "Why do you use doormen ?" possible answer - to stop people enjoying themselves !!!!! - however, that was more up my street, being a crabbit baskit.

So moving on - this morning off early for an open at the pub, quite busy, but the sun was shining so that was nice, I was able to stand outside and have a blether to passers by - at the moment Go Jo is picking on me as I type saying that my spelling and grammar is all wrong.

BUT there I was on the door when the truck pulled up,with four men in it, stopped on the double red line, causing an obstruction to the buses, and traffic as the road is already coned down to three out of four lanes. BUT not to be outdone they started to dig, lifting one slab, 2ft by 2 ft, and with great precision, using their extending tape, went deep into the bowels of the earth before planting a nice shiny pole into the hole. so there we were, witnessing four of the finest hole diggers in Edinburgh, obviously on fantastic , (non - Polastic) wages carrying out this most intricate and delicate of operations - probably only comparable to a Space shuttle launch operatives.

So, anyway , me and Jani from next door witnesses this event - but as it was just an element of movement one above still life we got bored and went back to work.

Pub was busy, some really nice customers in today, and then we headed for home - to the sun , but Mrs. B. being ever so tired had a wee kip, while I went out to find out why the brakes on the car were squealing, and ended up washing and polishing it - but in the sun.

With sun shining my few flowers in the garden were looking good.

Later we were joined by Mike and Jane who brought over the photos of Shelley and Douglas wedding which we went to at the Black Barony hotel in July, they were wonderful - especially

Accompanied by a few red wines, and for Mike a nice large Aberlour.

Pity now that no 1 son has arrived home, bit of a pain in the bum as he is giving me a hard time .

So - tomorrow is another day.