After the Lord Mayor's Show.

Apologies fellow blippers. After the wonderful smorgasbord of photoopportunities on Saturday it is back to, what can I blip today? Taking Maggie for a walk provided no inspiration, then a thought occurred that there is usually a good few bowlers on the municipal greens. I went home to get the gear, and true to bank holiday form, the heavens opened. The best laid schemes of mice and men etc... Plan B, the contingency blip. My very good neighbour, Kate, gave me three bars of gold. I don't think they are the real thing, but is the thought that counts, and it did give me the blip for today. In Lancashire, we have some marvellous expressions, not grammatically correct, and usually spoken in dialect, but they can sometimes convey the sentiment better than the words of a eloquent orator. If a person was financially embarassed, i.e. skint, his mate might lend him afew bob. This would be referred to as a latchlifter, it would get you through the door of the pub and buy you a couple of pints. It might get you invited to take a hand of cards or game of dominoes or darts, and perhaps the chance of a beer should you win. In a similar vein, if you were looking for work, the last hour in the pub would be a great chance for you to find that elusive job. I think something similar is now described as networking. So my gold bar is my latchlifter today. Katy and Leyla visited today, two of my granddaughters, and I gave them both a gold bar. They loved them. Katy is quite the young lady, missing a front tooth, and has recently had to start wearing prescription spectacles. She e-mailed me to tell me about having to wear glasses everyday. Being a typical bloke, I had to think about saying the right thing. Not easy when you are me. I simply told her, that she would still be a beautiful girl. Anyway, my gold bar is my blip latchlifter for today. heres to richer pickings tomorrow.
Adios.