Wee lead slippers

Three little words

Aye, it's the moment that every parent longs for when their child utters those three magic, life-changing words. No, not "I love you" or any sentimental pish like that. She's too young and hardly knows me and anyway she's hardly qualified to judge. At two they love you in spite of your flaws. That'll all change soon enough.

No, the three magic words are, "Ellen need toilet" and with those words a life where you no longer need to scrape crap off a child's bum suddenly appears on the horizon and starts racing towards you. Happy days.

In other news, I put my lardy arse on my bike for the first time since I went to Jura with that Jim Glass. Mind, not outside. Weather's too miserable from that. Indoors, with the training bike. Only 15 minutes and then I was bored stiff and my feet were sore in those clip-in shoes. Still, it's a start and as soon as civil twilight allows, I'll be back to biking to work. That means 15th Feb for going to work and 24th for coming home.

The Weegies were in!

Aye, we had Gerry and June for the weekend so as is usual when they're around, the weekend has largely been about eating and drinking. Managed to get out for a walk round the estate. Here's Gerry and the wee lad out on his bike for the first time in ages, with Mandy and June in the background.

  

Saturday night saw us at the scout hall for a gala quiz night. It goes without saying that we won although not before the prize had been awarded to another team. They "scored" 94 out of a possible 90. Eh? Aye. Genuine error.

Toiling today after much drink and a late night. Four hours sleep I got seeing as it was my turn to get up with the weans. Ellen was up at 7 but was very amusing squeezing herself into a wee cardboard box for a sit. Cracking hair.

 

We're back .... with a whole new stream of gibberish

Aye, there's some funny things to be seen in the snaw.

 

But nae doot the main interest's in the bairns. So here we are. Two weans playin' just before their feet get to cold.