Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Too Tired To Blog...

...which is what happens if you don't leave off the hard labour on the Sabbath Day.

I laboured mightily at the coalface Monday and Tuesday. And I walked hard as well. On the second walk (Cullybackey to Gillies) I spotted what looked like a drowned sheep on the riverbank but I did not investigate further as it was nearly dark. Bert was cooking leg of lamb last night and this sighting took the edge of my appetite. Swisser joined us for supper so there was definitely going to be no blogging. After we'd eaten Bert, as usual, was fishing for compliments and it was only then he told us that the leg of lamb had belonged to one of those gorgeous Jacob's sheep. I don't know if I'd have eaten it if I'd known that.

Afterwards Young Loveheart turned up. He was looking pretty skinny and was sporting a neat wee beard. I thought he looked like a male model. Sort of pale and interesting. First thing he said was "I'm dying. I have a brain virus." It's not often I'm rendered speechless. Just what do you say to a 26-year old who has just announced he's terminally ill? Anyways it was quite a relief when we established that 'dying' was a figure of speech and what he actually meant was that he'd been rather poorly.

Natch Young Loveheart's pale and interesting look intrigued Swisser who hadn't met him before. "So who's Young Loveheart then?" she coyly enquired. I answered, "Old Loveheart's son," and left it at that. Then the next thing she's quizzing him about his recent illness and trying to pass herself of as a real doctor. But I soon put the young fellow right by telling him that she's only a PhD with a midwifery qualification and not to be paying any heed to her.


Hageltoast said...

mmmmmmmmmm. lamb. I would think it would be a reason to eat it, local lamb is always the best sort!

Nelly said...

Yes - but I'm a sentimental fool. It was good. We boiled up the bone to make soup too.