I am on holiday, Day 17

Before I met the the French-Canadian veterinary research histopathologist with whom I share my life (and fleas), I thought of moving away from London, to either a) Glasgow (practical AND possible) or b) a farmhouse in a dangly dell in Wales (possible but definitely not practical).  Anyway, I ended up in Canada which is nothing like either of them, but it doesn't mean that I don't often think of Glasgow and/or Scotland in a wistful style. Why? Because my oldest (and one of the most loved) friends, her husband (who I also love) and her children (who I am stealing) live there, and ALSO I like all her friends (who I would also attempt to steal).

For this post, there is no need for chitchat, just pictures. We stayed with the friends I describe in such loving terms above, and it was great. Really great.

Here is the bed we slept in when we were staying with them. It is a very bad picture that does not do its comfort and loveliness justice at all because I was, not to put too fine a point on it, shitted, and the pathologist had had so much whisky he got is whisky finger out* and told me, as I was putting him to bed, that what I needed was a donkey to look after.

And here is what I mean by not needing words. This outfit was put together by the two sons of our lovely hosts "as an homage to the visit of the Non-workingmonkey":

See these animals? First ones ever made by Naughty Lolo.  They are made from marzipan and the colour was hand-mixed.  They are astonishing. We laughed until our undergarments could have done with a freshen-up.

See? Nothing to say, is there.  Apart from "amazing", or perhaps "very fucking good indeed".

Now we are in the Lake District, except we are leaving to go to Yorkshire in a minute. It is "all go".

Pip Marzipan Pip

NWM


* 'Whisky Finger' is what comes out when you have had too much whisky to drink and you are pointing at people and ranting or saying "no but just listen right" with your hair standing on end.