Sadly we've lost touch with most of the UK family, due to feuds, distance, or a combination of both. But it was good to stand on family ground, and pay respects to Wilf. I don't have a lot of roots. It was nice to be somewhere i had history
Was in Carlisle yesterday. The castle does NOTHING to repel the Scots. :D It was lovely to hear the Scottish accent. And M&S had haggis readymeals
Morning (a different one!) Rob. Currently enjoying the post-poker and smoked meat evening vibe here... Hope your day goes well!
Once again, poutine enters the chat. You just need about 20 Quebecois in the same neighborhood to spawn a poutinery. There's even one in Lausanne!
Maybe the Maritimer in me, but I prefer the rocky shore (tho we have white sand beaches in NS!)
At 2am. And here at the top of the apartmentmental heat-column, 28C
I'd happily swap your temps for mine! It's after midnight. Daytime high was 34C
PMs come and go... surprisingly frequently I admit. But Larry abides.
I'm sure my cat would want the VC, but she's got more sense than that and will probably settle for more wet food. Of course, she's smarter than him. And she's not a smart cat.
Was going to ask if that was a deutan plate as I could read it. Clickied the linkie and got this invisible protan fucker
From an account with QPs disabled, so reposting. This is a position I associate with the point when the drugs kick in and you forget you have hands.
I feel the same about my Persian. Stubby legs, no nose, decidedly pear-shaped... yet she thinks she's a Fearsome Hunter. (She's definitely not)