What Might Have Been

What can one say? How close can you come to beating the world champions but not actually do it? This would have been a famous victory, if two out of three missed penalties had gone over, or if one of those other efforts had given a try. But you get used to the might-have-beens as a fan of Scottish Rugby. Does make the games more exciting though. It must be boring being an All Black and expecting to win all the time.

Marnie certainly enjoyed the match, getting thrown about when Nathan Hines finally scored. Probably a good thing for her Scotland didn't win!

She's taken to growling and ARRRing like an octogenarian pirate, though it's a little pitiful at the moment as she's starting another cold which is taking her voice. So instead of her usual range of dulcet tones, there's a barrage of effort accompanied by a collection of grunts and squeaks like a church organ with a bad attack of field mice. And a flashing smile and occasional single tear for effect.

The roof appears to be holding well, the rooms are drying out nicely, and we're now on the hunt for a plasterer who will actually tum up to look at the walls and tell us what needs doing. Then Marnie can get on with sleeping in the fantastic cot / bed / sofa Dad made her. The fact that it's not in our room has nothing to do with it!

On a final note, if you've a fan of clever, pun driven comedy, I highly recommend Another Case of Milton Jones, which is back on BBC Radio 4 on Monday. Not sure if the downloads work outside the UK, but give it a try. It's some of the most entertaining stuff I've heard in a long time - but people tell me I have an odd sense of humour...

I'd also recommend Fags, Mags and Bags. Corner shop as found nowhere else but Glasgow. Ah, it takes me back... "Do you want your Tiger Tokens?"