Out for a run

We went out for a run on Saturday morning and it was so sunny, I was gutted that I didn't have my camera with me. Our new route is to run over the Squinty bridge and then back over the Squiggly. It's a great route, so varied and according to the pedo, it's 6km.
Well we went back out on Monday and this time I took some photos. Jason got this one of my back; Rorschach or Rorschback as he called me.

The cats return to Rutherglen

So we had to give Bonnie and Clyde back on Saturday. It was a bit sad as they were really adjusting to their holiday home. When they first arrived, they were so terribly nervous, it was satisfying to see the transformation. Towards the end of their holiday, they were running around this flat as if they owned it. In the third photo, Clyde is sitting on the green seat where I am typing this just now. I always sit here to type on the computer and this was his way of letting me know that I had to spend time with him. By sitting in my chair. I totally ell-you-vee cats.
Taking them out in the car on the hottest day of the year made them both pull this face...
They look quite terrifying but nothing could be further from the truth. Pussycats in the truest sense of the word. They both loved chasing paper receipts. Despite having hunners of toys, they went for the cliche of being the kids who open the present and play with the box. Their favourites were a ribbon from a box of chocolates and a mint toffee wrapper.

The good news is that we're getting them back in August when Jason's mum and Billy go on holiday again. Hooray. And hopefully this time, they won't spend the first 4 days underneath the armchairs in the studio!

Saturday, Part Two

It goes a wee bitty downhill from here. We went to Cottiers and managed to grab a lovely little seat outside. It was packed. I ordered some of their lovely barbeque but I was most disappointed with the length of time that it took to arrive. It was delicious though. Everyone tells me that it didn't take that long but it felt like it to me. For drinks, we all had some summer cider. I haven't had any since Connect '07 and this stuff was a bit sharper. Not quite as nice as Copperberg but it was nice enough to take us through the last of the summer sun. The lass in the last photo kindly took the group shot of us all.
Jason and I called it a day about half seven and went home for some pizza, some Talent show final results and then a 12 hour snoozeathon. Those summer naaaaaa-ights.

A day of two halves

The hottest day of the year so far, or at least it felt like it, we went up to Tennants on Saturday to watch the Scottish Cup Final. Rangers v. Falkirk; none of us really cared about it except Jason. His team won by the way. You can see him celebrate in the last photo while Central-Belt-Shell has a petted lip. Highlights of this first pub visit were catching up with Michelle & Jess and Tennant's wonderful ale collection. We drank Old Jock and Wildcat. Yummo. After the football, we headed up to Cottiers for Saturday, Part Two.

Bowling for Glasgow

On a beautiful afternoon, I left the studio to pick Jason up from school and saw that the traffic on the other side of the motorway was nose to tail and at a standstill. The M8 is often like this but not usually at 3pm. I reckon most people were given an early finish because of the sunny weather. Because of this, we decided to go the Paisley Road West way back but it was just as bad. After an hour of travel, we had moved a mile and a half so for the sake of my sanity, we jumped into here http://www.amfbowling.co.uk/Centres/details.aspx?centreID=6 for a quick game of Kingpin.
Jason was in charge of putting our names on the computer and this is what he went for... Yes, you can guess who is who... you will notice that Master is on the top level and Pupil on the lower level. Now look at the final scores....

That's right ratfans, the Pupil defeated the Masterrrrr. The good people at AMF give you a printout of your score if you feel the need to gloat and wave it in your partner's face. It's pretty much how I plan to spend my evening. Jason says he let me win. Of course he did.

Puffball skirt and sandals - a girly post this one

I made this wee skirt the other day, finished it at about 3am on Tuesday night. Would have been earlier but we had a power cut for three hours. A power cut is a bizarre thing. I realised how much Jason and I rely on electricity. No xbox, no projector, no projector screen, no tv, no laptop, no lights, no kettle, no sewing machine. It was weird. We had to talk to each other! Cute skirt though, eh? It's elastic at the bottom; it's a bit like a puffball. I wore it on Wednesday with my new £6 shoes. Don't you just love Deichman? If you haven't been to Deichman, go immediately. Today. You'll revamp your whole shoe wardrobe for peanuts.

More cats I saw on Saturday

Deirdre, Roger and Lorenzo welcomed their new edition to the family this weekend - Scoobie Do. Already nicknamed Scoobs, he is undeniably cute, adorable and any other kitten-cuteness words that you can imagine. Bold as brass, he ran round the house sniffing everywhere, climbing as high as his tiddly little legs could lift him. He's gorgeous. I can't wait until we get to babysit him in June. We are fast becoming professional babysitters. We're getting Danny back for a weekend soon and then again for T in the Park. Then we'll be getting Bonnie and Clyde again in August for a fortnight followed by Danny again in December. Phew. I love them all though. I'm so glad we get to look after them all.
The last two photos here are of Lula, the cat that visits Gregor and Michelle. On an almost daily basis, it should be noted. She is gorgeous. I was taking pictures of her last night and she was just staring at me, posing for the camera. An old hat at being cute, she just has to walk remotely near you for your heart to melt and before you know it, you're scratching her belly.
While we were waiting for the taxi, I saw Lula out in the street. I am not used to seeing her out on the prowl. She looked so out of place!
Deirdre introduces Scoobie for you. Scoobie just relaxes.