I don't like moving house very much, although I have, in the past, moved about an awful lot, however the house that I live in now, and share with my wife and 2 kids, is my last resting place, hopefully. We moved to this house 1998, so nearly 10 years then. Since moving to the Outer Hebrides in 1987, we have lived in ( talk amongst yourselves while I think ) 4 places, I think. Yeah that's right 4 it is then. So 4 times in 20 years ain't too bad, but I hate moving. Coming here from Edinburgh, where we were living at the time, was a bit of a nightmare. We lived in a flat on the top floor, so it was 4 flights of stairs up and down, and it was on a busy road, so we had problems getting parked, and the Traffic Wardens, oh well they were reasonable. My father was at the van, it was a biggish van and he stayed there, in case some bugger pinched any of our stuff. Herself flew up here ( on a plane, not on her broomstick, that was packed away) so I had to drive up on my own, in a hired van, then unload the stuff here, then get up the next morning for the 5.15 am Ferry back to the mainland and drop of the van.
So I don't like moving, and don't want to be on the move again.
My brother on the other hand moves about more than a dog with the runs. And not just in the same city, country, continent, he's been to NZ, India, USA, S. Africa, and that's just the places that I can remember. I couldn't do that, it's like being on the run from the law or something, maybe he is. Well that's it, I was just filling in time 'til the footie came on. Cheers..

Good morning, it's still a bit breezy in this part of the world, mostly outside, but there is the odd gust of wind from my rear end, every now and again, which means that I may have to rush off somewhere abruptly, so if this post ends abruptly, that'll be the reason why. Nice colour this, isn't it? It's easy on the eye, not too cold, but not too warm either. Oh heck, you know what? Well you won't until I tell you, but it's the same colour as our bathroom walls, coincidence, or what?
My e-mail inboxie thing had 27 new messages for me this morning, I check my emails on a daily basis, in fact I check them 2 or3 times a day, and I checked them last night at about 8 o'clock, and still had so many messages. There were the usual crap, asking me if I need a loan ( the trouble with loans is that you have to pay them back, I've thought to myself about taking out a big loan if I've been given a short period of time to live, like if I've got cancer, and the Doc says " A year tops" then I'd take out one of those loans where you don't have to start paying back for 3 months, clear my bank account, get a motorhome, and travel the world with whoever wants to come with me. So although I don't want to be given, a year tops, to live, at least I'm prepared) There's emails asking if I wanna see my credit report ( I don't recall sitting the exam?) Do I want to find love? Not at the moment, but thanks for asking. Do I wanna try the new Diet Patch? Maybe, if it's free, then yes, if it's more than a tenner, then no. In fact no, I don't want a diet- patch, give it to a fat pirate. I don't wanna change my electric/gas supplier ( we pay by direct debit) and that's the junk sorted.
A conversation, between two friends, G & H
G- how are you doin' t'day H?
H- Well you know
G- oh really I thought that
H- well that's the way of it
G- and did you not complain to the
H- what's the
G- you've got a point there
H- Maybe, these things are
G- sent to try us
H That's it then What
G- Oh she's taking it
H- easy yeah it's
G- the best way, and
H- oh she's back
G- At work, well at
H- least one of
G-us is working
H- haha
G- ha
H- well I better
G- be going
H- yeah me too
G- well it was
H- yeah good to see you
G- looking so
H- good for a
G- change
H- for the bus?
G- No I've got
H- The car
G- In the garage
H- well that's where cars
G- belong
H- Nice to talk
G- to you once
H- more
G- You want more
G- More what
H- no not what but
G- Who?
And at that point they shot each other. Why did they shoot each other? Well G couldn't stand H, but he couldn't live without him either, and H hated G, but also knew that he couldn't live without him. But who fired the first shot? The clue is in the conversation.
Well that's it, my time is up. Thank you for reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Have a good weekend, if you can't be good, wear a condom, or get your lover to wear one, it's a little chilly for your willie, so put it's jacket on before entering The Tunnel of Love people. I doubt very much that you've learnt anything from this, but if you have, then good for you, well that's it, Cheers.....