As the weather has been a little kinder to us of late, the clocks are due to change tonight and the Dark Blues have won the Boat Race, perhaps there is some truth to the rumour that Spring is on its way.
However, the nights are still a little nippy, so gather round our cosy hearth for another Club Night.
Drinks and nibbles will no doubt appear shortly and we can only hope that our trusty Matron will again excel herself with a new tailcock recipe. (Last week's amazing creation, the 'Lunar surprise@ lingers firmly in the memories and possibly also the livers of the members who attended last week.)
The raffle cupboard seems to be bare, so presumably all items were won last week...is this a record ?
Here are my donations for this week's raffle:
A packet of cheese and onion crisps . (Hardly flattened at all.)
A small tin of Mint Balls. (No, not Uncle Joe's, they're for the raffle)
A Fair Isle pattern mitt. (Right hand .)
I'm but a sassenach and it has been 30 years since I lived in Fife, so am not doing that bad......thanks to taped copies of Monty Python-esque local dialects titled, "Learn Fife" (author one wee Kenny Brown of Kirkcaldy) with such gems as, "Hae ye a frit jiss?"
As we serfs have to rise early tomorrow dawn, and given that it is the day of sacrifice of the God, Ra, in that we lose an hour of our humble lives, I shall retire to the hessian sack that sitteth on the old oak beams up the ladder.
Enjoyeth your comets and remember the Old Bard (Julius C)
"When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes."