Well, I had a morning in the house waiting for contact with Cruella, and eventually heard from her to be told that my torture session is put off till Sunday morning - in the meantrime my back had eased enough for me to stop swearing all the time.
Popped into town to collect the "Sunday Roast" for the pub and a couple of other wee tasks, and en route have spotted a disturbing tell tale stain on the road indicating that the car engine is dropping "something" which it should not.
While in the Mercat managed to get this picture, just wonder who it is and what are they doing!!
It's a bit like when you were little and hid your head in a cushion , ostrich style thinking no one could see you!!
Lawrence has suggested that I keep an eye on the weather forecasts as they have been a bit off recently - either the met people have been drinking , or their intruments are wonky - it used to be aey old style when you looked out the window, or liked your finger and stuck it up in the air to see what way the wind was blowing.
So then it was home to watch an old movie, "The Sting" , excellent, and listen to the left footed diddies on the football pitch - Mr. Gordon Strachan is not a happy chappie, and I would think that neither Walter Smith or Ally Macoist are either.
Now all dressed up and ready for tonights function - God help my liver, and all those who sail in her !!!!
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