"You gotta break eggs to make eggs"

The wise and vaguely confusing words of the big man - to whom I am dedicating this post. You do indeed need to speculate to accumulate as it were. I'm talking about chickens of course. What else? I have hatched a masterplan that includes (in no particular order) my garden shed, a hen house, a bunch of chickens (maybe 4?), eggs and omelettes. Well, actually the omelettes will come last....

So, a little bit of investment is all that separates me from The Goal. The chickens. Fresh eggs. Fresh bread. Hell yes, it's gonna be good. If you visit, you must bring cheese. And booze.

Get in.

ttfn, M.

Please switch off your mobiles....

Very worrying that the people of the north of Scotland have a chance of getting me when they call 999....it's up to you guys, you have been warned...

Slowly but surely warming up the house, it looks and feels a bit more lived-in now, and electric blankets were invented by a total genius. Yes, I know, a bit sad. I can live with that. I have warm feet in bed.

Had a good laugh today on shift. We had to go and pick up a little old dude and take him to Inverness. We went in, and were told he needed an IV line put in. So, we set up and just as my workmate is preparing to put the needle in (he's a para - i'm not allowed to yet..) a mobile phone goes. Loudly. My colleague looks at me. I look at him. We both look at the two nurses standing in the room. Then we ALL turn to look at the little old dude who proceeds to pull off the oxygen mask, open his pyjama top and answer his mobile. We all stared at each other and spent the next 2MINUTES (!!) trying not to kill ourselves laughing as he chats away completely oblivious to the fact that someone was about to stick a large needle in his arm.....

"No, no, I'm IN the hospital!!"

Brilliant.

ttfn, M.