Hamish - Through the Bluebells.

Hamish was delivered to us, this morning, by a surprised looking Mr Hamish. He didn't know what was happening but he was being whisked off to Glesca for a surprise birthday treat - a fish supper. I'd have thought, if he was going to exotic places like that he'd at least enjoy the local delicacy - fried Mars bar.

The "extra" is a poster asking us to support a campaign against the new planned housing development  -  a total of 600 new houses - that will double the population of our poor little village. Goodness knows how the infrastructures: school, shops, roads and surgery, will cope.

In the meantime, I'm trying (and failing) to keep my blip end up. Jnr has a hard sums exam on Tuesday and isn't coping very well, the result will define which university he will go to for his second degree as a mature student but, since he had difficulty deciding which of the two he wanted to attend, it is not too important in the space outside his head. However, that knowledge doesn't help his stress levels, and his stress doesn't help mine. This is happening while we're trying to prepare for our first real holiday ever, a cruise on that boat that caught fire in the Mediterranean a couple of months ago.

Postings for the next week may be unavoidably delayed.

I just posted "Dee Dee," another gorilla, from the 17th of August, 2011.