Wolfs Martyrdom

In the previous post, Monkey was telling everyone about the great day he and his family was having. Cuddles, coffee and cake all in a loving atmosphere.

Ahh how sweet.


Unfortunately as in all 'Utopian' societies there is always the minority who are sacrificed in order to make this work and guess who that was?


Yep, me.


While all this was happening in the McTavish household I was trapped in the Christmas Riots. It was not cuddles, coffee and cake for me but Christmas craziness, chaos and kooky-ness. When there was a break did I get a cappuccino? No, because of all the cuts at work it was a cup o' cold tea, without milk or sugar, in a cracked cup and all. Oh, when I say cup I mean I had to drink out of a rolled up newspaper. An' not even a dry biscuit in sight.

Rain Dance for Mum-me

Mum-me said...
Please get your two little rain-sogged darlings to do and rain dance (and prayer) for us today - it's already 30*C at 9.30am and we're heading for 40 ..... and no air conditioning.

We have said our prayer but do you remember...

When I was boy we would be sent outside, Mum and Dad made us run around house to make a breeze. Now when I say house I mean it was a old coal hopper near the steel works blast furnace. 40*C! Ha! We used to dream of it cooling down to 40. Luxury!!

and now for the rain dance:

and the post rain dance - I like to call this one Splat!: