As Sure as Eggs is Eggs

Spotted these at a back garden gate as I took a wander round some back streets in Stirling waiting, funnily enough, for Samantha to buy some eggs (and other items) from the local Morrisons. Thirty pence an egg, fifty pence a pair, all proceeds to the Breast Cancer Charity, Just pop the money in the honesty box. Now, if only Morrison's operated a similar honesty box checkout...

Funny old Sunday.

Had planned a bit of a jaunt down on the River Forth but a slight sniffle and a wind chill that would freeze your extremities lie liquid nitrogen put the kibosh on that. So I fell back on a favourite Sunday pastime and tried sorting out my sock drawer. And, as sure as eggs is eggs, you can bet there was hardly a pair to be found. In fact, I now have 31 socks sans siblings. I didn't even think I had 31 pairs of socks in the first place.

In the afternoon we decided to go off and watch the Stirling Christmas lights being switched on with the kids but, as sure as eggs is eggs, the kids decided they'd rather not. So it was a trip to B&Q for paint and the superstore for groceries. By the way, what did we ever do before the shops opened on Sunday? The place was bedlam!

Back for a dinner of some tasty venison and colour co-ordinated purple tatties. Even though they looked like they'd just popped out the Enterprise's Replicator they actually tasted very nice. Euan wasn't convinced though.

This has all been interspersed with some guilty Spotify pleasures listening to vintage Genesis. I spent far too many hours as a teenager listening to the B-Side of the album linked there, a whole 23 minutes of classic pompous prog rock that, 40 years later, still sounds fantastic. There's a rather psychedelic looking video of the track on YouTube with a (surely?) chemically enhanced Peter Gabriel performing the whole of this dressed as various flora and fauna. Which all gets us neatly, if not long windily, back to the As Sure as Eggs is Eggs part in the title as the seventh and final part of this Supper's Ready track is titled the same. And in all those years I thought the origin of the phrase was down to the fact that because an egg is such a perfect container any tampering would be so obvious, so if it looked like an egg, it was an egg and there was nothing surer. But it's not.

It's because x=x.

Told you it was a funny old Sunday.