the quantity illusion and heartwarming consumables . . .

(or the joy of punctuation)

25th september
9ish in the evening

meea, aka tasha, aka telulah is relaxing at the end of the decking
whilst leeloo, aka teea, aka . . . (I am certain there were other guises that have exited the memory department) and myself are trying to keep warm despite the currently redundant portal which shields us not from the elements due to its open nature.

that's right; had to leave the bloody front door open cos the sodding dog wouldn't be able to get back in again.

it may be that the constant identity changes are somewhat confusing the quantity issue in regard to the doggies of whom there are, and have always been, only the two. it may be that bogey and muffin, who now reside next door with the former spouse have been added to the original sum thereby producing four. it can only add to that confusion that the said b and m were once resident in this place subsequently taking a vacation in tropical dunfermline and returning once more to our more temperate (and bleedin cold, brrrr . . .) dochart glen; only this time, next door. it could also be that I may have reported one of our communal walks on which there were indeed four dogs present.

my dear canine companion has at last deigned to plonk herself by my feet, bless her cotton socks, so I'll just deign to shut the door. good; we shall now move on to tonight's events, unenthralling as they are but rewarding all the same. [you will notice I am using far fewer commas and possibly making just as much (or little) sense]. you will no doubt have noticed my addiction to all things punctuational which has now manifested its ugly countenance in the form of parentheses [or brackets (as they are known in more colloquial circles)] . oh thrills; once more, the double enclosure variation!

I have just had the unusual pleasure of taking in the 'scotland today' programme which this evening featured the small whisky producers industry (not 'small whisky' though you already knew that but it did give me the excuse to use yet another pair of parentheses; and here is the closing chappie :)
notice how the happy face has appeared by pure coincidence (of course)!
back to the point . . .
apparently, such is the growing demand for whiskies in countries hitherto inactive to any significant degree in terms of the importation of these fine products (china, south america, etc), that the future is apparently quite secure. indeed (and here I am forced to use, once more, the comma), 90% of the said produce is exported and single malts from the smaller more specialised distilleries are benefiting from this overdue acknowledgment and appreciation from our foreign cousins.

and from one warming comestible to another . . .


though I am by nature a modest fellow I must take credit for the production of what may be the best chili con carne ever produced on this side of the atlantic; possibly on the whole planet. what is more, I have produced enough to feed me for another three days. having also partaken of some glasses of warm chianti (and here I am, once again, obliged to use both parentheses and commas for I must state that I find chilled wine, especially of the red variety, most distasteful and loathsome to the palate), I find myself at once in a truly cooperative state and ready to embrace any soul who might wish to shelter in this abode. or knock his block off, depending on the nature of his intended visit. you will notice I have used only the pronoun 'his' as those of the female persuasion are far too deadly and should be insulted or even approached not without due caution. many a poor soul has been fooled into thinking otherwise and has paid dearly for his miscalculation.

oh, that was fun!


health warning re the above mentioned heavenly feast
DO NOT LICK THE SCREEN!