Not a Sausage

Well that's us well and truly dumped then.

This lot set off for some r&r down near the Borders this morning, leaving Euan and I to fend for ourselves for a week. We were meant to be heading there too but due to a - let's call it - an administrative error by - let's say - our PA there was a teeny-wee miscalculation over dates that meant the two us aren't actually off this week. So it's been left to Heather and Grant to chauffeur Samantha around, giving her a much needed change of scenery after being cooped up indoors all winter.

Seems to be a bit out in the sticks though; just had a pretty frantic call from them to say there's no phone coverage in the place, rubbish wi-fi and only some plain old vanilla flavoured cooncil telly to keep them amused. For a pair of gadget addicts like Hez and Grant that's going to be a real shock to the system. I'm calling it Karma for them taking all the sausages I was looking forward to for my breakfast/brunch this morning. Ended up having to go out and re-stock, Euan and I. Now looking forward to dining on pizza, chips, ice-cream and beer for the next week. Between browsing the library of take-away menus in the junk (food) drawer that is.