Happy Birthday & Happy New Year!

Just a quick visit to wish everyone a Happy New Year - especially my baby girl who turns 32  today! I so wish I was just a 10 minute bus trip away as she can't always make it back to the Motherland from London to celebrate it!   I'm not a great celebrator at the bells, so this party-pooper will most likely be bed for midnight!  Rabbie would be well pissed off with me, but auld acquaintances of mine are rarely forgotten!   A lot of my bloglist may not know that I'm back but I'm off for a very looooong catch up with some personal hellos!

Leaving a version of Auld Lang Syne with accompanied visions of Scotland.   In truth, I usually can't stand the screechy noise from bagpipes but they get me ever so teary each Hogmanay.   It's these times I miss my own Auld Man the most, you see.



Whadda ya mean this fonts too small for some to read....?

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Missing Months part one

Last time I made any proper commitment to a Blogger post, it was a very sunny and warm day.  Today I have a hand warmer pad microwaved and slung into the pouch of my fleecy-kitty shrug (thank you PrettyBoy for that - a very much appreciated Xmas gift despite the scary hood!). I've been away too long.......

 I'm back with a wordy vengeance and need to catch up with my regular followers and groups that I loved visiting.  I guess I've missed Magpie Tales the most.  Besides today's entry, my last poem was Mag 184. Rhyme withdrawal is one of the most difficult to manage, but I intend to shoot up hoards and hoards of blogs to get the habit going again.

Anyhow - a few family things worth a mention.  PeaPod and his band No Need For Idols played Glasgow's King Tuts and performed a song that he himself wrote about his father (The Cheaper Half). It was very emotional hearing it in all it's glory live and on stage.   And reporting on me other son's band......I'm happy to report that Paul from Hotel India has recovered from his broken wrist and gigs should start a happening soon.

And now for a (kinda) nasty and nice bit of news.  Kerri and James ( my daughter and her hubby ) made the papers when an intruder was discovered having sneaked into their home!  Probably smuggled into the country via a banana bunch, this False Widow spider was cutting about their house like a welcomed tenant!  I know how regular spiders frighten the crap out of Kerri but these ones are of the few in Britain that can give a nasty bite.  Even I, chief  'pidie saver in my own abode would have been tempted to slipper-squish this bugger.

And finally, on a cheerier note.  James's landscaping company (Gavin Jones) of whom he is the boss, won the Bali British Awards title for 2013, held at Grosvenor House in London. Hosted and presented to them by Hugh Dennis, regular panellist on TV comedy show, Mock The Week (I'll upload a short video  of his spontaneous voice-over talents on my side bar shortly) it sure was a proud day. Can't wait to take another tour again next month!  Worth a click here if you're interested!  

Off for a little catch-up now....I'm a bit rusty, but It's nice to be back.....XxX


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Instance

I don't like looking straight at me
The me the whole world wants to see
Raw emotion, gilded gain
A wreath of mediocre pain

Happy in my ever after
Clinging on to sweet disaster
Indecisive, spent delay
Negative in funny ways

Actions playing games with thought
Behind a lens for vision's sought
Unable to defeat addiction
Hung upon my crucifixion

Don't underestimate that click
However lengthy, poised or slick
The mind's eye loses battle to
Those carbon layers of you-know-who........

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