Forced sensual break
My plans for a lead-up to Burns Night have been dashed by the death of my laptop last week. Actually, we don't think it's completely dead. As in The Princess Bride, it is simply "mostly dead" until I can get it fixed.
So instead of lusicous photos of haggis, neeps and tatties, I am quickly borrowing JPs laptop to wish everyone partaking in Burns Night a splendid supper. I raise a toast to you and share this lone photo of the IrnBru taxi, from the recently completed Kelvinbridge Mural in Glasgow. Sláinte!
(**sad update. Laptop is not just mostly dead and I will have to replace it. Will be offline until further notice).
So instead of lusicous photos of haggis, neeps and tatties, I am quickly borrowing JPs laptop to wish everyone partaking in Burns Night a splendid supper. I raise a toast to you and share this lone photo of the IrnBru taxi, from the recently completed Kelvinbridge Mural in Glasgow. Sláinte!
(**sad update. Laptop is not just mostly dead and I will have to replace it. Will be offline until further notice).
