The Band

My unsuccessful contribution to the Shetland Toilet Poem Competition

Damp here

Dry outside

Cold seat

Under my

Bum.

After two years without a drop of water we finally have enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool.
(Give or take a gallon or two)

Maxim

I've neglected my blog. Time to make amends. First, though:
Maxim Harold made a timely appearance on July 27th. He's a very noisy little chap, dislikes sleep and spends most of his time either eating or wailing. So not much sleep for this Mum and Dad. It's becoming increasing strange to have a such a small baby in the house when the other two children are really pretty huge now (Anezka 10,Malcolm 7).
My parents came for a not-so-whistle-stop tour right on cue three days before Maxim was born so I was like a cat on a hot tin roof for a week or so.

Mr Murray's Memorial

So, I've got myself a flight, so I'm off to the N.M concert in Edinburgh on 2 June (hope it's still on!). Only problem is, my flight goes to Newcastle - Auld Reekie was far FAR too expensive. I've spent an age trying to find suitable transport from Newcastle to Edinburgh - British public transport systems seem to confound me at every step, however I've finally discovered I can get a train ticket for 43.20GBP, a whole lot more than it used to be 15 years ago. If anyone happens to be going through Newcastle on 31 May at about 7.30pm... Maybe I'll hitch a lift. Sent off an email to St M's asking if they know of any accom for a weary central European traveller. So far they remain ominously quiet.

Perhaps the whole thing's been a figment of my imagination.

But it'll be nice to see Old Coates House again.

Anežka pushing her chin out at me, Malcolm screaming blue murder.

Playin me ole heart out.