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It was the electrical kind.
Just as well I wasn't buying knockers.
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I've just had raw mince on bread rolls, sprinkled with salt and pepper and raw garlic. I suppose some might find that unusual. :dunno:
I like to go to bed at night with my socks on then take them off about an hour or so later. Try it, it’s one of the most satisfying feelings ever.
I like Motorway service stations.
Not sure why.
The cold side of the pillow
There's a kind of daylight that you get especially in Scotland, where you have a bank of dark, black rain cloud right up beside sunshine. It creates daylight beneath it that is just different but gorgeous, you can spot it straight away. The best examples I've ever seen were in the Trossachs, I think it shows better on hilly ground.
Getting up at the weekend around 7am and having me time for a couple of hours while wife and son sleep, love it.
Agree with this.
In fact it's not unusual for me to get up at 2 or 3am on a Saturday in the summer, go a walk in the hills or up a mountain and be back in the house in time for a family brunch.
I love getting up early and feeling like I can see an infinite day stretching out in front of me.
Cheese and jam together.
Not for me my friend. I was lucky enough to have lived in the same house as my grandmother when I was growing up. She was Greek but absolutely fluent in the food of what I considered at the time to be European. Latterly I realised lots of it was North African, but it was good all the same.
To be fair, the toilets in about 90% of them are pretty rank.
That's not really the bit that I like.
Many years ago my mate used to work in the Burger King in Stirling services. If you popped in he'd make you "creations" that weren't on the menu with all the different burgers, buns, sauces etc. I stayed in Dundee at the time (I knew him from Uni - he went home every weekend to work) and it was a good stop-off in the car when I was driving to Hibs games in Glasgow.
Marmite and butter on cream crackers.
Grangemouth oil refinery.
Great to look at at night, and that smell...
Going to Asda early on a Sunday morning and getting the weekly shop over and done with by 8:30am.
There’s almost a peacefulness about the place that’s the exact opposite of the mood if you go in the middle of the afternoon.