成人快手

Sanday had a Farmers Market today (Sunna`s day) so your truly and himself, wi` Mr and Mrs Sanday Housewife and the lovely lassie frae the vegetarian restaraunt a` piled in oor cars and went on up tae the school tae see what wis what.
On the stage they had a fiddle club concert in fine fettle and fu` swing, grand tae hear, it was...
And in the hall were a` manner o` stalls set up, wi` fine prime cuts o` meat that made the mooth fairly water wi` imagining the recipes ye could employ for them, wi` bright fresh vegetables, looking as they werenae half an oor oot o` the gairdens, wi` a` manner o` second hand goods and bric a brac, oh, a fine rummage yours truly had.
Mind you, me favourite stall o` the lot had tae be the lovely couple selling the maist fabulous scented candles!
Ye should hae seen me and Mrs Sanday Housewife! Drooling ower them we were....how dae they get candles tae smell like strawberries, or lilac or jasmine?! We just could hae stood there a` day just smelling the stall, but think we micht hae drawn a peedie bit attention if we had done that....
how and ever, we baith loaded up wi` bonny scented candles, proper girly shopping that was, added tae the fine meat and vegetables (locally produced and grown and ye`ll no` find fresher or fairer ony whar) we`d a grand day oot.
So we cam hame, expecting tae be able tae get the bows oot...wi` a` the rain we hae had ower the past wee while, we`ve no` been able tae shoot and yours truly is haein withdrawal symptoms...*sniffle*...
and o` course, wid ye ken it...it started tae chuck it doon...somebody up thar doesnae like me....*glares upward*
Mind you, haein indulged in a wee drop o` the guid stuff the nicht afore at oor local hostelry, the Belsair, again, mebbe it was a guid job I couldnae shoot...the car micht no` hae survived.....

Oor peedie clutch o` this years chickens, noo almost grown birds, hae developed the habit o` perching on the window sill. Doesnae matter how often we shift the wee bug..erm...beasties...they will chust come back roond again and sit there, looking in, trying to look pathetic and like we dinnae ever feed them!
Which we dae, of course! Fine wee fat things they are indeed.
But they also noo` hae taken tae attacking ony visitors that get too close tae them. Mrs Sanday Housewife, trying tae escape back tae her car, tried tae lift one o` them safely oot o` the way after it had tried tae peck her shoelaces off...and the divil pecked her hand!
So ony solutions tae how tae discourage the hens frae window sitting gratefully received thanking you in anticipation.
Short o` cruelty o` course, or indeed eating them, for I want mair hens off them next year....

oh, afore I forget...tae the candle sellers, chust drop up onytime when the winds arenae howling for an archery lesson. I`m no` a` that bad, honest! :-D