My dear spouse and I decamped to the but'n'ben on Thursday in fine weather and in finer spirits, having just attended a funeral in which neither of us had major roles..
We relaxed on the veranda with glasses of fine wine and planned an active weekend sampling the fleshpots of Troon and Ayr with visiting offspring who would arrive on Friday evening.
After a restful Friday in the environs of a sunny Prestwick we enjoyed a fine meal prepared by my highly talented assistant, to the accompaniment of further fine wines and the convivial conversation of our charming son and his delightful partn.er.
And so to bed and the prospect of sweet dreams and a fine morrow................
Fine morrow my meaty buttocks. There was a never ending drumming contest on the roof of the but'n'ben in the shape of torrential rain and I don't think it really stopped until Saturday evening., which is now. No fleshpots of Troon or Ayr for us. Instead, I spent a good part of the day creating this little website with the assistance of the excellent weebly.com.
Ensconced as we are a mere 300 or so yards from Prestwick Airport, you might suppose that we'd be amongst the first to know of the alarming goings on there this afternoon.. Not so. The first we heard of it was in a text from the daughter in Glasgow at 10,pm, wondering if we'd been affected by the chaos of 400 polis running around the airport..
We were more affected by the pishin' rain.
We relaxed on the veranda with glasses of fine wine and planned an active weekend sampling the fleshpots of Troon and Ayr with visiting offspring who would arrive on Friday evening.
After a restful Friday in the environs of a sunny Prestwick we enjoyed a fine meal prepared by my highly talented assistant, to the accompaniment of further fine wines and the convivial conversation of our charming son and his delightful partn.er.
And so to bed and the prospect of sweet dreams and a fine morrow................
Fine morrow my meaty buttocks. There was a never ending drumming contest on the roof of the but'n'ben in the shape of torrential rain and I don't think it really stopped until Saturday evening., which is now. No fleshpots of Troon or Ayr for us. Instead, I spent a good part of the day creating this little website with the assistance of the excellent weebly.com.
Ensconced as we are a mere 300 or so yards from Prestwick Airport, you might suppose that we'd be amongst the first to know of the alarming goings on there this afternoon.. Not so. The first we heard of it was in a text from the daughter in Glasgow at 10,pm, wondering if we'd been affected by the chaos of 400 polis running around the airport..
We were more affected by the pishin' rain.
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