HAIRCUT. (15/09/14)

Yesterday I headed down from the highlands to the central belt of Scotland . I didn’t need anything in Perth so decided to turn right in Crieff and cut the corner. Crieff or grief. There is something called the Ryder Cup happening. I kept passing signs saying contractors vehicles but none saying road closed. I don’t play golf so my knowledge is limited to watching folk wandering about on bumpy lawns in pyjama trousers and gay shirts trying to get their balls in a hole that is a long way from where they started. Like watching paint dry; I’m tolerant. Whatever turns you on. I ought to have paid the game more attention when I was younger. I read in the paper a bloke got six million pounds for being first to get his ball in the hole. No matter how ridiculous they look golfers are not stupid.

I was flagged down by a very uncouth security man. He wanted to know if I could read. I said I could but had trouble with long words like pteriodactles. but I knew the ‘P’ was silent as in “ISS Off”. He told me the road was closed. I had to point out it wasn’t so he took my number and on I went. I was waving the victory sign and singing Rule Britannia as loud as I could. I hate security men.   My last view of the Highlands. Clachaig Gully.

Today it was dog haircut day.

   Alf all hairy.

Moll in need of a trim.

     Molly sparkling bright.

       Alfie looking really smart.

This place is my sisters and is full of animals, horses, dogs, geese and hens.

       This is Zoe. She is the boss but is getting old and finding bossing a strain.

     This is Rosa. She is Zoe’s daughter and tolerates my two but gracelessly. There is an Alsatian but I couldn’t find her…..Pity she is a beautiful dog. I’ll get a snap later in the week.

That’s all for today, Have fun.