Then Happy Father's Day to you!
Great. Got 2 Father Day calls and caught up with all things them.Watcha sore from?
Sat not travel day?No wonder i cant pick winner
I cant even know the day they play
Yup just like last 3 bets.
~nodding with a smile~It takes a lot more to provoke me, no worries.
I'm ok... a bit sore but will live
how's you?
Celts -7.5 shall think about it.then win🙂
Still owned by me for at least another day. Snort laugh
Nah, Travel day back to Beantown
He moved past Edinburgh Castle with purpose and finally came to the foot of The Mound. Glancing up and to his right, he smiled to himself upon passing the monument to poet Allan Ramsay – though he remembered the man as a good deal portlier in later life than this sculptor had chosen to capture him as being. As with Doctor Simpson, he had known this man too, and had outlived them both. They were not the first and would not be the last; his mouth quirked with a tight, forlorn smile at the thought.Waiting for a break in the stream of carriages and pedestrian traffic, he then crossed The Mound and turned southward, pausing as he called to mind how Alexander Nasmyth captured this very scene in his painting, ‘Princes Street with the Commencement of the Building of the Royal Institution’, some fifty six years earlier, in 1825.
He first passed that very same Royal Institution and then the National Gallery before heading towards the Playfair Steps, where, lifting his eyes upward, he was glad that he kept himself in good physical fitness, and began the climb.
Game not tonight?
Not provoked. Just kidding. How are you?
Chew your chard on that Pop Corn. Ha ha ha
~chuckling softly~hey Copper...
I am try many of the recipes on this APP
All are very good and some surprisingly good and delicious
Well game is tomorrow, but I really don't have to think long. I say Celtics minus 7.5
Hello Copper crook which loser i get today?
Nudging you until provokedLaughing
Morning ladies
Ok shall get couch to post just pic a pic you wish to be..hello rattlesnake
As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, he had made his way from Eidyn House clad in his humble clothing, and melded in with the parade of other workmen heading away from their toils in the New Town towards their homes in the Old.Crossing over Princes Street, he paused to glance towards St Johns church and then continued west, the Princes Street Gardens along his right side already in bloom and inviting, bathed as they were in the golden light of the setting sun. He would have to stop and enjoy them another day, though.
Continuing onward and passing by the statue of Sir James Young Simpson, he inclined his head in homage to the great doctor but did not stop, a proper homage to the man he had called friend, in his lifetime, also needing to wait for another time.