Thursday, July 19, 2012

Oh Bugger The Hamster Has Gone!

Eldest had gone up earlier to put his jammies on.  Ten minutes and lots of loud thumping later Youngest goes up to see what is happening.

I hear crying.

Oh hell, this can mean only one thing.  His hamster, of two weeks, has escaped.  Eldest swears he closed off all exit routes when he put him back in earlier.  The hamster, who goes by the name of Dragonborn (it's a Skyrim thing), is a cute little fella.  Blonde and curious.  Definitely curious.

So after much comforting we have set out several traps, his cage is on the floor and if he does go back in tonight then he'll head straight for his wheel, Eldest had taken to blocking it off at night due to much noise from the energetic wee devil.  

Oh, and the cats will remain outdoors for the next few nights - luckily the weather is a lot nicer for them.

If he is back tomorrow I'll be looking like this...

Sunday, July 15, 2012

But it IS always raining!

The name of the blog would only be a curse if read by anyone.  So...I shall continue without apology as this is how *I* roll.  As the saying goes.

At the moment (16:55 GMT) the sun is making a rare appearance in this little part of Scotland.  This has to be one of the worst summers ever, according to the boffins it is because the jet stream moved - it can jolly well move back.  Was watching an excellent BBC prog this week called Volcano Live.  Volcanoes being a dangerous interest for both me and Hobbits alike - they mentioned a Byron poem 'Darkness' which was written in 1816, the year without summer.  

Caused by a volcano spewing forth in the Dutch East Indies the previous year it got me thinking (for I have nothing better to do with my time).  What if this is caused by last years eruption of Eyjafjallajökull up in Iceland?  Wouldn't that make sense?

I also think if you can pronounce Eyjafjallajökull you should get a free holiday to Iceland with a visit to all the volcanoes for free - I have been practising.

John Martin - The Destruction of Herculaneum and Pompeii

Things To Do When Insomnia Strikes

Part One:  If I can't sleep then why should you?

From the 2 minutes in mark suspend all disbelief.  The things some girls have to do to make their money.  Happy nightmares!

Part Two:  Remembering in frustration when Saturday nights were fun.

The black masks might make the brain boiled nation think of that ridiculous best-selling (say through gritted teeth) book but wouldn't things be a lot more interesting if this happened...ever.

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Made With Love

It was noted by Eldest Hobbit that their grandfather did not have a gravestone or a marker to show where he was buried.  We have the bay to visit every year but he had a point.

So we made this, perhaps it will be there next year, perhaps the sea will have reclaimed the stones from their place.  I hope no one disturbs them although there is nowt as strange or selfish as folk.

Anyway, this was made with love for a much missed grandfather and dad.  

Of My Own Undoing

There is a film, which I'm not bothering to name, where the lead female character spends a few terrifying screen moments balancing on her tippy toes knowing if she slips the noose around her neck will end her life.  I've spent the last year in a fug of illness and confusion and now I'm on my tippy toes, the noose is tightening and I don't know how long I can keep up.

It's a bloody good metaphor and horrendously true.