I Blame Paw Broon!

Two weeks ago today Paw Broon told me he'd broken his snaw paddle and could I get him a new one? The shops had stopped stocking them until next year but he was restless and wanted a new one as soon as possible.

Wee Bro had got him a new, shiny metal one but this was deemed too heavy, too sharp and not balanced.

You see Paw Broon is something of an expert, he was born to shift snaw.

Even at the tender age of 82yo any sign of snaw and he leaps into action, not so much clearing paths as knocking snowflakes back up before they've had the chance to land. A snow paddle in is hands is like watching Federer with a racquet, Nicklaus with a putter, Messi with a baw. The paths of all the neighbours, of all ages, are soon clear and kept well clear of the white stuff.

I eventually got him a new shiny, blue plastic paddle (£2 bargain) deemed "braw and mair like it", then he sat and waited for the Beast from the East!

It was never a fair contest, The Beast didn't know what hit it!

In other news........

The reported sighting of a loaf in Tesco, Bathgate has been described as a flash of the pan!