bubbly jock wrote:Morenish I fear the Bochan may have gone to the other side. No answer to the PM's either. I doot I doot it's naw good news.
As for myshelf well, I'm alive but just, although I feel like a turkey that's been plucked lately.
Glad to be clear of all that stramash doon country? A bit of damage with bombing raids but I hear the rebellion has been crushed and the rebels primary feathers cut. So no more fly overs. They'll have to come in by sea if there's an uprising.
The internal structure seems to be intact so hopefully repair work will begin soon if it hasn't started already
Good news aboot the white settler. He can go and play in the puddles in Middle England. Jeest a pity he didn't hire a bus and take a few stragglers with him. Hope that's naw where the Bochan went
Are you going to the camera club event? I'll be there. Might see a few photos of the new cockerels in town. I do like a good coloured tail of feathers. Gary Are you listening? Not a picture of JD I want to see a real cock strutting about. JD I'll be looking at yours as well

Pictures that is!!!!!!!!
bubbly
Never fear bubbly, the bochans never quite depart, but like yourself, periodically merge into the background and remain at periscope depth until the coast is clear. The hairlines are constantly hovering over potential prey, with the finger on the trigger, but sometimes the noise from my cracking knuckles would be enough to give the game away.
I'm hearing them talking about all these camera shutters causing noise pollution in the village, so there must be going to be a hell of a show in the Library.
Have the admins handed you one of those spam emails that are on the go? Seems that I've been tarred with the same brush as Gentleman Jack Your Wheel. I heard Auld Pongal got one as well and declined, saying: 'Stargate be ****. No thanks, I'll go for the fisherman's gate!' Still waiting for an explanation of where it takes you or if my bus pass is valid or not. Somebody said that it was to do with new sanitary wear that has been installed on the server. Dr Snoddy said it was the PC equivalent of Omeprazole tablets. He said that if too much bile is produced then the proton pump inhibitor is administered and the gall bladder is temporarily shut down. 'If the symptoms are recurring too often, then a repeat prescription will be issued, with the Dell equivalent of the district nurses being employed to administer it.'
Snoddy said something about a Wireless Kennina. Auld Pongal very cuttingly retorted: 'I'll take my chances with Dr Flora, veins and all!' I'm not sure what Malky made of that one, but with him and Morenish coining it in with the crop shortages down south, I don't suppose he's giving a damn.
I wonder if Witchnettle has tried the baking soda on that rash she's got? Pongal's wife swears by it for nearly every ailment you can think of. She says that everything comes from within and a gless with 2 heaped teaspoons stirred vigorously for 43 seconds is enough to straighten Sanyanya in his bed at night.
I pointed out that since he moved into Morenish's new shed, he's had no alternative but to sleep with a curvature in his spine. It was either that or hang his legs out one of the 10 and a half doors and run the risk of being devoured by the midges. Again Mrs Pongal pointed to the baking soda. There's just no way of winning with some wimmin, as poor Morenish knows. The soul has had a fearful summer, drying dishes and starting the tractor for her when she comes home from the other job. The talk in the Glen is that Morenish has ordered a sun bed to keep the punters coming through the doors in the winter. Him and Sanyanya were up sawing the roof for the Velux window that he says needs to go above it. You wait and see, he'll have sent witchnettle a PM, telling her that the UV light is good for leg rashes.
Buyer beware!