Jings.  For someone who finds it difficult to shut up, on a record number of occasions this year so far I have been lost for words, bereft of speech, stunned into silence, gobsmacked, and summarily disenfranchised vocally.  This and the manic vortex that has passed for a life recently has resulted in fewer than usual blethers.

Time then to bring oneself up to speed at the end of what is in many religions a period of reflection, at the very least a Bank Holiday weekend.

I read this today via Forbes Masson on Twitter

The Mincers have sold well over 100 CDs so far.  The launch night was well attended, well done to all and especially to Bill for the planning of the evening, a varied bill of fare was just the ticket, to mix some metaphors.

Elspeth & Colin go back to Luxembourg tomorrow, bon voyage and good luck for reclaiming your lives after an unplanned, unexpected and painful hiatus for you both.

My garden birds have rallied gamely during the late snowfalls, and didn’t mind when the birdy feeder pole nearly clattered them as it blew over in the high winds.  Well, they haven’t emailed me to say any different…

Takin’ Over the Asylum is still on at the Edinburgh Royal Lyceum, it’s well worth a visit.