Where not to live

The blogs love living in Peebles. We are keenly sympathetic towards those who live in the following towns identified in a survey by findmypast.co.uk as embarrassing places to live,

3rd place Brokenwind, Aberdeen

2nd place Scratchy Bottom, Devon

1st place Shitterton, Devon

Tree surgery

Last weekend son-blog had friend-blog round. Friend-blog stays here most of the time actually, so much so that his parents think he left home last year and only occasionally pops back for visits. Usually we don't see them until after 3.00 p.m. owing to the nocturnal nature of teenagers.

Last weekend was different, Friend and son-blog made a big mistake they were up at 11.00 a.m. Not just up but washed and dressed! It was too good an opportunity to miss.

"Would you guys do me a favour?"

"Sure" (At least that is what it sounded like)

"Could you cut down the bent holly tree in the corner of the drive -way?"

"Yeah OK"

To them, this seemed like one step away from the teenage dream of being let loose with a chain saw. Fortunately, I only allowed them access to an old-fashioned-manually-operated wood saw. Just as well, if the eagle-eyed Mrs Blog had not been watching out of the bedroom window....

Good old British Airways

I heard the lovely story of a BA flight. My source was upgraded to business class and sat the other side of teh aisle was a grumpy old fella who had clearly paid for his business class seat.

After take-off grumpy old fella had the cabin crew running in circles - get  me a drink, is that what you call a Bloody Mary? Try again, and so on.

After a while he calmed down. The stewardess then bourgh along the dinner menu....
"Dinner manu for you sir?" she asked.
"What are the options?" he replied gracelessly.
"Yes or No sir"