I started a "Covid beard" at the beginning of lockdown, and I just can't bear to part with it. I guess you could say it's "grown on me."๐
They do them here in Louisville, too, mostly for paperback book exchanges or pet and personal supplies for homeless folks. One lady maintains an honour box in her cats name just for pet stuff.
This is the "honour box" in our glen. A neighbor puts out cartons of eggs, jams and sweets she's baked with the price list, and you just take what you want and put the money in an abalone shell. Very nice, indeed!
My mate just rang me and said, "What are you doing at the moment?"
I said, "Probably failing my driving test."
Where does the queue start?
Gaelic meme du jour:
"My cat in the toilet."
Wow!! The programming at the BBC is off the chain!
No, just the roads... Scots are wonderful people!
These are just bouncing off the shelves.
All of Scotland says "Haud ma beer!"
From the "Demonstrably False" file.
This is exactly what wildlife photography feels like...
Ki11 it with fire!
Gaelic meme du jour:
"My friend leaving the pub."
"Me."
I guess if you need family court, yeah. It's just that there was a time when Eastern Kentucky University was known for being a partying school, and all the bars on Main Street and First Street bore testament to that fact. Now? EKU is just another backwater Uni.
Poopeotzies was a tiny, hole in the wall dive bar that I frequented as a younger man in Richmond, Kentucky. That whole row of bars and a pool hall has been rased to make a family court complex. It was right next door to Tom Bombadils bar. "Poops" and "T-Bombs" were our hangouts.
Three years ago today, the RAF was in the house!