Do you have a lecky blanket? I stick mine on about an hour before bed, and despite the room being arctic, the bed itself is TOASTY! :cool: I normally light the fire here, but having been out to son's it hardly seems worth it now. Plus being full of hot nosh I am not cold at all
I have a very thick purple dressing gown that goes over the bed at night, so its vaguely warm in the morning to put on! The temptation to hibernate this time of year is quite strong, innit
Bad day here as the OH has lost his job it was only a temp job so the writing was on the wall but would have been nice to have had more notice as they told him at the end of his shift today that he wasn't needed anymore.
Thank you but I'm sorry to hear your news (((Missy)))
Are they at school by any chance? I'm sure they will be too and I shall. Yay that's exciting except it being done in your time.
My left hearing aid has broken (as I said to Eug). It makes a change from being the right one which broke (or went missing) in 2010, 2011, 2012 & at Easter Hoping I can get it fixed (it's an easy job, just replace the hook and tubing) by end of Friday at the lastest. Wish me luck. Luckily today's job won't require too much hearing as it's 2.5 hours and 3 of them are babies who will probably spend most of the time crying anyway poor things
No, they are tiny wee siblings of two of our pupils, I have mum on FB, it's been a battle on one is still not out of the woods. They were both less than 2lb at birth
Hope you've sorted out your hearing aids Loopy, I know how much it's so irking when they are not right....whoops seems like you did.
Bad day here as the OH has lost his job it was only a temp job so the writing was on the wall but would have been nice to have had more notice as they told him at the end of his shift today that he wasn't needed anymore.
Missy, I'm so sorry to hear this and just coming up to Christmas with a wee one my fingers crossed that something comes along very soon xx
No, they are tiny wee siblings of two of our pupils, I have mum on FB, it's been a battle on one is still not out of the woods. They were both less than 2lb at birth
Hope you've sorted out your hearing aids Loopy, I know how much it's so irking when they are not right....whoops seems like you did.
Why you mentioning twins when I was on about your glasses?
I did indeed.
I keep falling asleep tonight (and this afternoon) and now starting to feel awake.
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairlie
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace
Tho' faith, I fear, ye dine but sparely
On sic a place
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner
Detested, shunn'd, by saunt an' sinner
How daur ye set your fit upon her
Sae fine a Lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body
Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle
In shoals and nations
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations
Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight
Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye've got on it
The vera tapmost, tow'ring height
O' Miss's bonnet
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out
As plump an grey as ony groset
O for some rank, mercurial rozet
Or fell, red smeddum
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't
Wad dress your droddum
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flannen toy
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy
On's wyliecoat
But Miss's fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head etc
An' set your beauties a' abread
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin'
Thae winks and finger-ends I dread
Are notice takin
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An' foolish notion
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us
An' ev'n Devotion
bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands — my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —
Then you've a hunch what the music meant. . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love —
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true —
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady that's known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through —
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere", said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The music almost died away ... then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill ... then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew."
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two — The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the lady that's known as Lou.
Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that.
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that.
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
No, they are tiny wee siblings of two of our pupils, I have mum on FB, it's been a battle on one is still not out of the woods. They were both less than 2lb at birth
Aww bless them. Mini missy was 5lbs 2oz and she seemed tiny so can't even imagine how small that is.
What a day. Went to uni for 1 for my feedback but found out my lecturer was off sick. So decided to wait for my seminar tutor to be free but she didn't have my work either so that was a WHOLE hour wasted. Then went to my seminar tutor for my other module and from what I told her, she thinks I just need to finish off the conclusion. So went and worked on my essay for a bit. Left uni wtih my friend just after 4, got to my bus stop just after half past. Got on the bus about 4.50 but did not get home til 6.15pm :eek: :eek: MAJOR traffic for some reason We even sat in one place for about 10 mins without moving.
What a day. Went to uni for 1 for my feedback but found out my lecturer was off sick. So decided to wait for my seminar tutor to be free but she didn't have my work either so that was a WHOLE hour wasted. Then went to my seminar tutor for my other module and from what I told her, she thinks I just need to finish off the conclusion. So went and worked on my essay for a bit. Left uni wtih my friend just after 4, got to my bus stop just after half past. Got on the bus about 4.50 but did not get home til 6.15pm :eek: :eek: MAJOR traffic for some reason We even sat in one place for about 10 mins without moving.
I will not schedule my day as it will send you dizzy, suffice to say I ate lunch on a mini chair in the classroom doing things for Advent. You seem on course Crazy with minor adjustments
I want what Sons is having with those post and Hi to Twassy, this weekend is just going to be pure sort out little jobs and DOSS
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Probably explain why I find it really hard to get out of bed in the morning!
Thank you but I'm sorry to hear your news
https://soundcloud.com/itsmoops/ode-to-timmer-the-annoying
No, they are tiny wee siblings of two of our pupils, I have mum on FB, it's been a battle on one is still not out of the woods. They were both less than 2lb at birth
Hope you've sorted out your hearing aids Loopy, I know how much it's so irking when they are not right....whoops seems like you did.
Not quite Twass, getting there but one still a bit of a fight on her hands.
Can you imagine if they did make a book of that
Missy, I'm so sorry to hear this and just coming up to Christmas with a wee one
I love Hash Browns and your not having mine
I did indeed.
I keep falling asleep tonight (and this afternoon) and now starting to feel awake.
Your impudence protects you sairlie
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace
Tho' faith, I fear, ye dine but sparely
On sic a place
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner
Detested, shunn'd, by saunt an' sinner
How daur ye set your fit upon her
Sae fine a Lady!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body
Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle
In shoals and nations
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations
Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight
Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right
Till ye've got on it
The vera tapmost, tow'ring height
O' Miss's bonnet
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out
As plump an grey as ony groset
O for some rank, mercurial rozet
Or fell, red smeddum
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't
Wad dress your droddum
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flannen toy
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy
On's wyliecoat
But Miss's fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head etc
An' set your beauties a' abread
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin'
Thae winks and finger-ends I dread
Are notice takin
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An' foolish notion
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us
An' ev'n Devotion
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands — my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —
Then you've a hunch what the music meant. . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love —
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true —
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady that's known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through —
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere", said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The music almost died away ... then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill ... then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew."
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two —
The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the lady that's known as Lou.
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that.
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
I just nick your onion rings.
Happy Lancashire Day
Hear hear Mrs, well said!! :cool:
Well at least you admit it!!! http://members.optusnet.com.au/isaksen/bigroll.GIF
Thank you both.
Aww bless them. Mini missy was 5lbs 2oz and she seemed tiny so can't even imagine how small that is.
I love hash browns. I always had McCain ones but then they changed the recipe and they didn't taste as nice >:(
What a day. Went to uni for 1 for my feedback but found out my lecturer was off sick. So decided to wait for my seminar tutor to be free but she didn't have my work either so that was a WHOLE hour wasted. Then went to my seminar tutor for my other module and from what I told her, she thinks I just need to finish off the conclusion. So went and worked on my essay for a bit. Left uni wtih my friend just after 4, got to my bus stop just after half past. Got on the bus about 4.50 but did not get home til 6.15pm :eek: :eek: MAJOR traffic for some reason
You blooming post alterer, chinnock!! >:(
Evenng Crazy, well at least you are home at last!
I will be pm'ing for info about beer to buy in for you and to organise eats
I did my Lancashire Day dance around me black puddings
That is so blue
I will not schedule my day as it will send you dizzy, suffice to say I ate lunch on a mini chair in the classroom doing things for Advent. You seem on course Crazy with minor adjustments
I want what Sons is having with those post