Even when in a “car park for boats” (as I’ve heard them termed), a spell of cold weather can throw a blanket of mini-magic over the world… provided that the beholder has a snug and warm narrowboat to go back to after beholding. A couple of mornings ago I stood outside in the dark at…
Month: December 2016
Brussels Sprouts, one…
Just had a Sainsbury’s delivery (met them in the marina car park). Apparently I cocked up in re the Brussels Sprouts. Where I thought I’d ordered one large pre-packed bag of sprouts they had me down as ordering ONE SPROUT. They delivered it. Bagged. Labeled. Bar-coded. It’s a very nice Brussels Sprout. I don’t think I…
I am a statistical freak – and I love it.
Yesterday was a landmark day, a day both emotional and at the same time ruthlessly without sentiment. Yesterday was a watershed. I sold the Ferrari, the Bentley and the Astons: Doris, my faithful steed, was presented at market and exchanged for six magic beans. Well, damn near enough! Having had an enjoyable eighteen months together, we…
A weekend in Scotty McScotland with frozen eyeballs and the Bro.
There are still no border patrols, no passport required to enter Scotty McScotland from England (and vice versa). There are the usual heads on pikestaffs, the common or garden snipers and some chaps in skirts strangling cats of course, but all change no change as regards travel. Our target for the weekend was the Galloway…
