so how come ...

aaahhh fudge! 'tis a long way to glasgow airport when delivering ones darling to an outward bound flight.

i just checked the status of herself's flight and she has landed, thirty one minutes early.

the flight left at 9.00 (my time) and i was home in good time for a pop in sunday visit from adam and michelle. then over to shona for a cup of coffee and a catch up. so things are pretty much back to normal here.

the house is quiet without her.
i don't have to watch american news anymore. i can bbc myself to death if i so wish!
next time south africa plays england in a one day cricket match...
well, i guess there will be no one to roll their eyes and call themselves a cricket widow ...
when i wake up, i can be as noisy as i wish and shower whenever...
no one will accuse me of exhibiting a lack of consideration.
i can smoke in my rav and play my music as loud as i like.


life will resume ... simplicity will reign.

so how come...
i feel this ache within?
i miss herself ...
i miss the witchling ....

monday, monday

well ... monday herself arrives ... crack of dawn-ish. her flight is due in at 7.30 am, which means, in order to arrive in glasgow in good time...
me, myself ... i must leave the village by 5.00 am!
not really a problem, to reach herself...
i would be more than willing " to walk five hundred miles "!

an (almost) perfect day

yesterday was a perfect day. a real rarity in my part of the world and therefore greatly appreciated.
too perfect a day to spend indoors!
so... when not doing that work which i must do within...
i spent a goodly part of the day verandah sitting.

verandah sitting is a sport particularly suited to my peculiar talents ...

sitting
smoking
thinking
drinking
observing
chatting

my dedication to the pursuit of idleness is somewhat legendary.... well damn, i ain't one for false humility! if you've got it flaunt it!
the amazing sense of achievement which comes with attaining an outstanding state of idleness... hard to describe, but, well worth striving for.

so there i was, sipping on my umpteenth cup of coffee.




by the by, herself (hi sweetheart) ...whom i strongly suspect might be a paid up member of the "the devil finds work for idle hands" brigade!
where was i , ah yes... herself informs me that the latest research indicates that women who smoke gain some protection from imbibing ... you guessed it ... coffee. damn... i absolutely knew it! next thing is research will show - smoking is good for you. the mind boggles, instead of all those horrible health warnings, we will once more have those clever, sophisticated advertising campaigns which escorted so many of us into the maw of addiction. only imagine...

"live long and prosper"!

smoke camel !

darn ... these diversionary thoughts are a major distraction!
so ... drinking coffee, smoking, enjoying the perfect day. a lot of folks pass by my verandah, in friendly village fashion, we greet, we chat, we comment on the weather.

me... "what a perfect day"

sundry scots... "och aye, but is it not terrbly warm... still... mustn't complain."

my deduction ... i have a way to go before i am a true scot. perfect, for me, is too warm for my fellow villagers. therefore ... perfect for the villagers might well be ... rather chilly for me!

my lesson for the day...

'some like it cooler'

the truth is out there but, will i recognize it when i find it?