I have recovered...

from the Haggis well enough to tell the tale.
IT wasn't as bad as I thought it would be (sheep's gizzards and various spare bits, mixed up with a fair amount of fat and oatmeal served with mashed 'tatties and neeps, that's turnip for you ignorant folk) but the fun thing was the ceremony surrounding it. Our host played a video of himself giving the "Address to the haggis" at a Burns night ("Oh Prince of Puddins" was about all I could decipher from the Scots brogue) . The haggis itself is rather gluey and I could imagine it stickin' to yer rrrribs on a cold Highland moor, being served up in the middle of an Aussie summer was possibly not fair to the Haggis. After the meal we kicked back with a wee glass in our hands and watched a video of The Highlander, well, anything with Liam Neeson is okay by me.
A quiet afternoon and some etegami making, still a little bit infatuated with making stamps,( not always successfully) I do like the dog though.

There are at least three other people in our etegami clique who are as besotted by dogs as I am.

I have been listening to songs from my youth and this one "Vincent" by Don Mclean is just about my favourite of all time. Anything by Carol King comes a close second.

A stamped version.

One of the joys...

of getting older, (received a missive the other day from the Labor party inviting me to a workshop on issues confronting the elderly, I was only momentarily insulted and then started to stare reality in the face!), I digress.  As I was saying it is nice to be retired and have more time (or less whatever way you look at it) and I got to thinking that now I do have more time for my friends, no longer tied down and busy, busy, busy. Looking back however that busyness was sometimes just an excuse for laziness.
So as usual I have made a postcard using a carved dragonfly stamp to remind myself that friends are all.

And on that note we are off tonight to a Scottish friend's house to eat...Haggis and work our way through his extensive whiskey collection....just wee sips mind you...(makes funny Scottish noise approximating throat clearing).