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Category: Kirsty

  • Mad March

    Yesterday was a fine day, felt like the first sunny day in ages and it was a welcome contrast to last weekend.   Having signed up for a fridge delivery “any time between 7 a.m. and 7 p.m.”  we were somewhat surprised, yet delighted, to receive a phone call at 7 a.m. super spottum, announcing, “Wir…

  • Whether dependent

    First up a film –  Paul’s mum found this and I warn you, if you have not been to Scotland for some time look away now, because it will make you cry.   In a good way, and remember our cities are still full of litter and badly designed traffic systems, just like yours. Scotrail ground…

  • Gazing with ganders

    We had a very successful event last night for DB Astro (link at the side there) with a visit to the dark site afterwards.  I did not attend the latter, not feeling too chipper since so far this calendar year I have had two colds and one episode of acute back pain, but hey ho,…

  • Ticking and tocking

    “The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.” ― Leonard Cohen Have to admit there is a lot of truth in that, many people seem to take lack of sleep as a badge of honour  and I have probably been guilty of that too.  The truth for me…

  • IOS7 adventures in cyberspace

    Hello from the iPad, this is my first attempt to post from a remote location, in this case downstairs.  Just home from Ne’erday lunch with John and Yvonne, which was delicious.  Bit of a horrid journey home, since the rain was hammering down on saturated ground, which meant the roads were flooded, but we’re back…

  • Auld Lang Syne

    We twa hae paidl’t in the burn, From morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin auld lang syne. That is my favourite verse from Burns’ poem, a masterpiece which is still being sung around the world as I type.  I have just been looking at comments on Facebook and I…

  • Christmas Eve Eve

    Yesterday I could not log in, so I sent this out, but with a different picture. Grand day yesterday with old chums Diana, Caroline, Nigel, Emily & Julia. Lots of scones. A Poem There’s something up with banthewasp My website does not know me It’s quoting Errors, turns its back And says I’m not a…

  • Brrr

    Actually, not brrr so much, although I have not set foot over the door yet this morning – I have been wrapping gifts since 05:30, lest ye suspect any yuletide slacking off.  Chum in Cowdenbeath reports that there was a thunderstorm last night but we slept right through it.   There is a little snow on…

  • Statuesque

    Back to Northumberland we tootled, this time to Slaley Hall, to swoon once more at the autumn colours, and spend a lot of time talking.  Noted redwing and song thrush feeding voraciously in the rowan tree outside our bedroom window. On the Wednesday we went our separate ways, Paul to a star camp in Galloway…

  • On the Road

    Just a brief update, back from our weekend in Beadnell with Team Discovery and although none of us have our woes to seek, it was a very pleasant time spent together.  Due to a fractional split in the space time continuum coinciding with a wormhole, the men won the quiz.  But the women were runners…