Food and Fettercairn...

A Masterchef inspired moment...all his own work! 

A freebie from a fisherman in Gourdon harbour that was transformed into...a delectabel delight of fresh seafood goodness...heavenly!

Fettercairn in the sunshine

 

A'body...

Definitely going to learn to sew cos fashion is so crap at the moment!

Ok - I know most of these were found in Top Shop but they are so pigging awful.  Obviously none of the buyers/designers were around in the 80's to remember how hideous most of this stuff was then but they must have seen pictures of their mother's in this gear. 

This sort of dress just makes your arse look about the size of a house which you can get away with if you're a skinny bint but I can't say that most Aberdonian lasses are that skinny...closer to the size of a whole tenement generally. 

Flowery leggings and a big jumper...no!

 

And denim leggings? Not any better! Next the spiral perm will be back in fashion...argh!

Important things done!

Wherever I go I always join the local library and today I made it up the road (a whole 2 minute walk) to the Laurencekirk Library. 

I think I must have been a member of a library since I was about 7 and I remember Granny Heddle taking myself and my cousin into Kirkwall to join.  It's the oldest public library in Scotland and was founded in 1683 - obviously its not in the same building now...or got very few of the books that were around at the time!  I used to have a real obsession with the Drina books by Jean Estoril at one time but I can't really remember which other books I used to get out of the library.  Then there was all the ones I persuaded Mum to buy for me or that I got with my pocket money - Enid Blyton's St.Clares and Malory Towers, the Chalet School series by Elinor M.Brent-Dyer, progressing onto the Sweet Dreams imprint in my teens.  I obviously had a bit of a thing for book series - especially if set in a boarding school.  Who knows what the attraction was at the time but I enjoyed them!


Now the obsession is with cookery and craft books - damned heavy when you're moving house!

Surprise...no excuses now!

On Friday I received a housewarming present from my honey. I love him to bits anyway but especially when he surprises me with such lovely thoughts. It was totatally unexpected and did bring a slight degree of bubbling to my face. It also means I have no excuse after saying how much I've wanted to learn to spin...like about 5 years! At the moment it's in the state below...

Hopefully - later on today, it'll look more like this...
Then I have to learn how to use it...more stash enhancement opportunities await...!

You know you are Scottish if…..

- You consider scattered showers with outbreaks of sunshine as good weather.

- The only sausage you like is square.

- You have been forced to do Scottish country dancing every year at secondary school.

- You have a wide vocabulary of Scottish words such as numpty, aye, aye right, auldjin, baltic…

- You have an enormous feeling of dread whenever Scotland play a ‘numpty’ team like the Faroe Islands .

- You happily engage in a conversation about the weather with someone you’ve never met before.

– You got Oor Wullie and The Broons annuals at Xmas.

- You can tell where another Scot is from by their accent – “Awright, pal, gonnae gies a wee swatch oa yur Sun ? Cheers, magic pal.” Or “Fit ya bin up tae ? Fair few quines in the nicht, eh ?”, etc

- You see cops and hear someone shout ‘Errapolis’.

- You have eaten lots and lots of random Scottish food like mince ‘n tatties, Tunnock’s Caramel Logs, oat cakes, haggis, Cullen skink, Lees Macaroon Bars, etc.

- Whenever you see sawdust it reminds you of pools of vomit as that’s what the jannies used to chuck on it at school.

- You lose all respect for a groom who doesn’t wear a kilt.

- You don’t do shopping… you ‘go the messages’.

- You’re sitting on the train or bus and a drunk man sits next to you telling you a joke – and asking ‘Ahm no annoying ye ahm a?’ and you respond ‘Naw, not at a’, yer fine. This is ma stoap, but’.

- You know that ye cannae fling yer pieces oot a 20 storey flat, and that seven hundred hungry weans’ll testify tae that. Furthermore you’re sure that if it’s butter, cheese or jeely, or if the breid is plain or pan, the odds against it reaching earth are 99 tae wan.

- Your national team goes 2-0 up again the Czechs in a qualifier in Prague and your mate says we’ll end up losing 3-2 here and you think “Probably”.

- You can properly pronounce McConnochie, Ecclefechan, Milngavie, and Auchtermuchty.

- Your favourite pizza is deep fried and battered from the chippy.

- You’re used to 4 seasons in one day.

- You can fall about drunk without spilling your drink.

- You can understand Rab C Nesbitt and know characters just like them in your own family.

- You know what haggis is made with and still eat it.

- Somebody you know used a football schedule to plan their wedding day date.

- You’ve been at a wedding where the footie results were read out.

- You aren’t surprised to find curries, pizzas, kebabs, Irn Bru, nappies and fags all for sale in one shop.

- Your seaside holiday home has Calor gas under it.

- You know that Irn Bru is an infallible hangover cure.

- You use terms such as “How’s it hingin’?”, “clatty”, “boggin”, “cludgie”, “dreich”, “bampot”, “bawheid”, “bawbag” and “dubble nugget”.

AND FINALLY….. You understand all the above and are going to send it to your pals.

P.S. And to add a few more...

- You can spot the tourist...they're the one using a brolley

- You can go out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt (male) or mini skirt, cropped top and nae tights (female) in December and don't end up in A&E with hypothermia at the end of the night

- You know if someone is fae Glasgow or Edinburgh depending on if they take vinegar or brown sauce on their chips