I have no idea how I will survive today. Got in late last night from work after selling a car, then fell asleep on the sofa watching Seinfeld. Woke up about 4am and haven’t slept since. I have been reading the Aberdeen Press and Journal, and getting all wistful reading Robbie Shepherd’s column.

Little quine, ye’ll tak a wheen O fortune’s loups afore ye’re deen
Ballater Bairn – Betty Allan
ES LAST twa wikks wi ma radio producer, I hae been stravaigin the highways an byways o oor ain country in the company o weel-kent fowk in oor simmer series takkin’s tae some o their ain favourite haunts.
Mair nor aften it’s back tae their reets, bit that can wyte for some ither Monday.
The day, it’s Deeside Reets, as I hae jist been readin a maist fascinatin wee beuk wi that title written bi Mary Munro, o Ballater, fa follas on the skeely screivin o ither Ballater wordsmiths like Sheena Blackhall an Betty Allan.

There’s nae near enough Doric on the web!
I am up to 1 1/2 cars for the month. I can still do pretty good if traffic picks up a bit, but both those cars I have a hand in are from people that came back and asked for me.
I think I am going to have to give up on my Netflix account. I can still recommend it as a great service if you have time to watch 4 or 5 dvds a month, but at the moment, there’s just no way I have that much time. Any free time, I have, I can fill very very easily.