give us money...

I thought you should all know that it is now possible to give us money. I put a link to our Paypal account on our site. I suppose you are asking yourself, "why should I give them money?" Well...you should give us money because we are lovely and you will feel better about yourself if you do. I hear you ask, "is it cos we is poor?" No, we have more than enough money. We both have good jobs that pay a very good income, but you should give us money because we are lovely and you will feel better about yourself. I have prepared a frequently asked questions page for this post. Click here to read it.

collage homage...

Slink just looked so cute this morning as he lay sleeping on our bed. He was able to maintain his cuteness even after he had walked over the bed with his muddy feet, and that is saying something. By the way, Mrs McMuffin's grandmother made that quilt.

this is not how we celebrate our love...

Mrs McMuffin was rather taken with this romantic gift found in the pages of Sky Magazine. I heard her muttering, "I'd rather cut my finger off..." I might get it for her as a special surprise.

this is not us...

This is a couple called Mr and Mrs McMuffin. Not sure if that is their real name, but we found them on this fascinating photo site called my train page. It looks like it is a group of train spotters getting together. Some of them have exotic names like Fireball and AlphabetRider. And some of them are just called Jim and Jean. A real insight into the workings of this secretive organisation. Now if we could just work out why the f@*! they do it. By the way, the Mr and Mrs McMuffin in the photos are not us.

lunching lady

I have been a lunching lady today, and met Mrs Carrot Cake and Master Carrot Cake the younger today for a little light shopping and lunch. I've never really got to know her children very well, but from what I've seen they are gorgeous and a real credit to their parents.

We stopped for coffee and Mrs CC had some Earl Grey tea. Master CC (he's not yet 3) just loved the discarded teabag and asked to play with it. Mrs CC was the voice of reason, explaining why it wasn't a great thing to play with, and trying to divert him. He gave her a pained look, and said with some passion, 'But mummy, I need it!' I have to say I found this very funny, it wasn't a case of want, but need. What kind of sick world do we live in when the only thing a toddler needs is a manky old teabag?

Mrs CC is a litle more used to this than me, but I think was still quite amused by her adorable son. I'm not sure how amused she was when my first words to him were 'I'm going to blog about you'. I do applaud his simple tastes though, I don't think I really needed another Le Creuset pot, even at a knockdown price, or the cute little top from Zara.

I also found out that Mrs CC checked the blog before she came out and had read about my encounter with lightning. She was pretty well up to date on my less than diverting life, which didn't affect our ability to chat for hours, but pretty well screwed up my 'I've got to tell you about...' part of the conversation. This must be such a relief to my friends, they no longer have to listen as I act out the flash, the 'zzzz', the thunder and the impact on me for at least 30 minutes, or until I realise they've fallen asleep! I now realise the true usefullness of blogging. Now the big Question is, Mrs CC, when are you going to get yours?

the big tease...

What a great film. Reminds me so much of my little brother, except he is not a hairdresser. But he is a very camp, very bitchy, Glasgow gay man. He's my favourite brother, but don't tell the others. Actually you'd have a job telling one of them because I have just heard that he has been sentenced to nine months in prison for ABH. What's that all about?

Here's a little reminder of the film's hero Crawford Mackenzie.

electricity

I was in the garden earlier on prancing around as the first fat raindrops started to fall. I saw an incredibly bright flash and heard a sizzling sound from about twelve feet away, then the thunderclap sounded. Yes, I was almost barbecued today in my own garden.

Rock Cake wasn't very impressed as he has actually been hit by lightning, but I was still shaky when Ms Ginger cake came round and she must have thought I was drunk, until I explained. This is probably one of the more interesting 'near death' things that has happened to me.

oor wullie...

Who remembers Oor Wullie? This was one of my favourites as a kid, and I always got an album at Christmas time. I think he was probably more of a Scottish character. I am sure he is still around because Mrs McMuffin got me an album one Christmas a few years ago. I think he appears in a strip in one of the Scottish newspapers. I am not sure he travels well, so it is unlikely that many of of our American cousins will have heard of him.

Oor Wullie was such a naughty boy. He was always up to something. I used to love him. You can sample his adventures here. This is probably typical of the sort of story the strip followed.

comics...

Retro Girl has got me thinking about comics. This has always been one of my favourites. It came out in a five part book in 1989, but had been in print before that in the pages of 2000AD. I even have a bit of a connection to the comic. When we lived in Orkney we lived a short distance from Jim Baikie's house and were friendly with one of his daughters. She used to say, "my dad draws comics", but I was probably the only person around who knew that he was in fact one of the early mainstays of 2000AD. Unfortunately I was too cool to gush, and I never got to meet him.

Anyway, who could resist this:

A country torn apart from within. A country revolutionised by genetic engineering. A country where every state has it's own superhuman and one of them is running for President. Now, after six years in exile, five maverick Statesmen are brought back for the annual reunion. But things have changed. Corruption has set in, and they soon find themselves fighting the dark side of the American dream.

gmail

Thought I'd better catch up with the gmail 'issue'. Just been reading about it all. Can't see any advantage to it whatsoever. My Mac Mail app allows me to search my mail easily, and I never bother with sorting or creating special folders. And I don't have to put up with ads. Want a decent email app then why not get yourself a Mac! Always thought the ads on Google were a pain, but necessary for such a good service. They are definitely not necessary for me to have user friendly email. I guess this will not stop it becoming a big success though.