The pain, the pain
Posted: Monday, 27 November 2006 |
Here's a wise yorkshire saying:
Eat All,
Sup All,
Pay Nowt.
If tha' e'er does owt for nowt -
Allus do it fur yessen.
I am learning from this moral throughout November. What a month it has been. I was really quite healthy until I offered to help Ruthodanort sell her beautiful pictures at the Clickiminn Craft Fair. She said it would be a laugh - and it was. If you consider driving down to Lerwick (metropolis of the sooth) through wind and torrential rain for 2 and a half hours a laugh. She also said "Oh you can stay at Scallowawife's - but its hard to find!". Too right.
The urban metropolis of Scalloway proved too much. I ended up over the bridge in Trondra & then in Burra. Such nice polaces - in the rainy dark. Every farm track in the south mainland was visited by me. Eventually, after being rescued from the wilds of darkest, deepest Shetland by Ruthodanort Mac decided to show how grateful he was for the experience by christening Scallowawife's porch. Such fun.
The day after, Mac decided to show what a gallant guard dog he is by getting into a bit of friendly conversation with some farm dogs. Bad move this was! In pulling him away I ricked my back. It still hurts now. In fact I have discovered the healing power of hot water bottles.
I have learned from this weekend two things:
1. Mac will never be a Crufts winner.
2. Never go south willingly.
Having said that she sold lots of pictures. There's always a bright side.
PS: There's always loads going on in Fetlar. Herman recommends www.fetlar.shetland.sch.uk
Eat All,
Sup All,
Pay Nowt.
If tha' e'er does owt for nowt -
Allus do it fur yessen.
I am learning from this moral throughout November. What a month it has been. I was really quite healthy until I offered to help Ruthodanort sell her beautiful pictures at the Clickiminn Craft Fair. She said it would be a laugh - and it was. If you consider driving down to Lerwick (metropolis of the sooth) through wind and torrential rain for 2 and a half hours a laugh. She also said "Oh you can stay at Scallowawife's - but its hard to find!". Too right.
The urban metropolis of Scalloway proved too much. I ended up over the bridge in Trondra & then in Burra. Such nice polaces - in the rainy dark. Every farm track in the south mainland was visited by me. Eventually, after being rescued from the wilds of darkest, deepest Shetland by Ruthodanort Mac decided to show how grateful he was for the experience by christening Scallowawife's porch. Such fun.
The day after, Mac decided to show what a gallant guard dog he is by getting into a bit of friendly conversation with some farm dogs. Bad move this was! In pulling him away I ricked my back. It still hurts now. In fact I have discovered the healing power of hot water bottles.
I have learned from this weekend two things:
1. Mac will never be a Crufts winner.
2. Never go south willingly.
Having said that she sold lots of pictures. There's always a bright side.
PS: There's always loads going on in Fetlar. Herman recommends www.fetlar.shetland.sch.uk
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