A bloggee whilst being nice about some aspects of the daily rant has suggested a slightly lighter hand on the Oz Brats saying that a bit too much of the doting grand dad stuff can 'grate'. * True they can grate even on the doters at times-like 5am- and relief is in sight as Christmas in the Highlands is going to be a child free zone as the Aussies go to Welsh Wales and shortly there after back to France. turning their considerable charm on to
les moutons and
les grenouilles. But actually the dotes fill a gap as there is precious little of general interest to occupy the blog at the moment as the dead hand of Christmas Present approaches. The village hall remains a hole with a lot of Mecano on top and the workers appear to have downed tools for the moment and the world is winding down as the season of mince pies, badly wrapped socks, ill chosen e-bay rejects, unwanted magazine subscriptions, permenant flatulence and the Queen's speech approaches. Its our turn for an away match this year so we are off to the Hielands but back to Hutton for Old Years Night and Hogmanay which one Scottish Bard remarked (not, the Jewish Laureate, Rabbi Burns but some one else) is like Christmas but with more vomit.
Roll on January the Second. Ba Humbug.
and Stop press
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What tosh. Those are the best bits'. comments a bloggee with, admittedly, a vested interest in paedosnaps.
