Bollocks

The wandering man was once again in his native land, if only to bump the NHS.
My dad has forever had back problems and after the surgeon removed the wrong disk in his back the last time and messed up the next, I wouldnt be too happy trusting them again. But he is beyond caring. He just wants to be free of the pain.
So he popped by Edinburgh to see his number 1 daughter and as always he had stories to tell and lessons to learn...

A rant about the 'fucking Russians' and how they ripped him off in a garage. He must learn to speak the Estonian/Russian Lingo. Ignoring this he has also bough 5000sq ft of land with a blacksmiths work shop built in 1867 on it.

'Ach a bit of landscaping, get some water and electric in. Build some houses, be worth a fortune'
'Got to get the roof on by winter'

(enter Claire's lecture on back surgery and the need of the healing process here)

The obligatory rant about the state of his family and me once again sharing my opinion that most of them are all fucking absent minded.

It was a brief 2 hour visit but that man is always catching a flight to somewhere...

Thats was Tuesday and now its Friday.

I'm just having a wee typing thing going on here. Its the only thing I can be arsed doing at the moment.
A very relaxed evening here at the Ranch. Radio 4 as always playing from the kitchen while House Mother is experimenting. I'm not partaking in the recent wholefood vibe going on here. The breaking point was last night when I sat down at the computer to find a post-it which read 'Mung Bean Cassorole'. Thats was it. Nae Danger.

I should be finding the shit I am taking down to Gullane tonight and think what I all need to bring back with me tomorrow. Along with a To Do book of things to do - complete with tabs down the side.
Neurotic or organised?

But the headlines for this week:

Brit Camp rules!

The sun shows face in Edinburgh.

One mini project nearly complete.

Yeah I had better try and catch that bus....