Weird dreams

Last night I had a really weird dream.  Even weirder for me in that no zombies were involved.  Anyway, me, Karen and K's pal Liz were driving round Scotland visiting wee touristy villages that reeked of Wicker Man type in-breeding.  Anyway, they were populated by serious oddballs, and even though it was summer, there was serious snow on parts of the roads, and some of the roads were at 45 degree angles, so the car risked rolling over as you drove along.

We were just about to buy more tartan tat, when I woke up !  That's what you call a close call.  Give me the dreams where I'm armed to the teeth fighting off hordes of zombies.  That's much less scary.

Must be a blue moon, here's an update

Yes, I've been a bit lax in the update department of late, but here we go.

Last weekend we were planning on visiting a Historic Scotland site, but that was knocked on the head when I couldn't find my membership card.  One phonecall and one day later, and I had my replacement.  Hat's off to Historic Scotland's customer service, it was outstanding.

This weekend, we took a wander to the Glasgow Panopticon where they were having a craft fair.  Chocolate fudge and home made soaps were bought.  The fudge was excellent.  The patchulli (sp) soap smells incredible.  We also discovered that the people who made and sold the soaps, were rat parents.  Until my dad died, we had kept rats for about 8 years. (We had to stop after he died, as he was out rat sitter when we went on holiday).

Sunday, I went for a wee bouldering session at the climbing wall, but it was short and sweet, as I was knackered after about 6 problems, and half an hour.  The rest of the day was a lazy veg out affair, with The Girl Who Played With Fire, and The Loved Ones (an Aussie horror) being the movies of the day.