Agh.
Those of you who have been subscribing to the Boo blog for longer than a year will perhaps remember that the week just gone is the one we dread as it lollops over the Autumn horizon. Fucking Halloween. Fucking bonfire night. Yes, and verily it was shite, as usual, but this year there were extra layers of doo-doo. This Monday somehow a nasty virus got into the Boo compooter and finally we had to give up and do a complete system restore. Everything was backed up and all, except for the fact that we've lost all your contact details (oops), so if you want to stay in touch please let us know your hemale address etcetera...
Then the Winter came at us like a barrel-load of cranked up tomcats. Severe gales from the North, laced liberally with snow and ice and the like, the mountains are white - infact, looking out, so are exposed corneres of the garden. We're still hassling the loft insulation people to come and make us all nice and toasty (haha!) but like everything up here that operates on Highland time we may see it by next Summer. So it's back to spending £40 a week on coal just to heat two rooms and the water, and freezing everywhere else (including Boo nerve centre where this is being typed from). We don't mind the cold, but when fingertips, toes, nose and thighs start to go numb it means work must stop at least until circulation is restored in front of the stove. But hey, what can you do? Swings and roundabouts, puppies and trampolenes.
If anybody is waiting for orders and they haven't arrived yet please get in touch 'cuz we may have lost your details, what with the crap going down this week. Oh, and if you don't know why we hate Halloween and 5th November, we can't be arsed going into it again, our fingers are too cold. Maybe we'll find a bit of 'Everything' and paste it into another post to explain a bit more. We shall see.