The Rooster the Rabbit and the Goat

Dear Eve

I promised you a post and here it is baby, complete with slideshow.

One day the Rooster the Rabbit and the Goat decided to go for a walk. They lived very near to a lovely park called the Meadows, so they decided to go there and walk into the city through the lovely tree-lined lanes, leading the three companions into the beautiful old spired city.

The Rooster was feeling a bit grumpy, and guilty, for she had been pecking at the Rabbit that very morning, giving the lovely fluffy little scamp a very hard time just because her room was untidy. The Rabbit was enjoying being out in the cool fresh air and started leaping about, whirling and jumping for joy. When the Rooster saw this, she stopped, and stood looking around her realising what a beautiful day it was, with the sun shining in the sky making the white frost, lying on the grassy meadow, glow like a beautiful pale green sea. She looked over to the Goat and smiled, he was standing still, watching the Rabbit as she leapt about kicking up her heels. After a while the Rabbit stopped her joyful bouncing and asked the Rooster to take a picture of her with the Goat, then she asked the Goat to take a picture of her with the Rooster, which they did. Then the three of them set off walking again into the lovely old city to look at some of their favorite things there, the book shop, the gallery and the coffee shop.

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We are about to enter the year of the Water Dragon on January 23rd so here’s hoping its a good year and not too turbulent.

yours faithfully

The Rooster

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Awesome Christmas at Jenny & Richard’s

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Christmas in london 2011, a set on Flickr.

A fantastic chaotic Christmas in London with the Miller clan!

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The Boson the Bitch and the Boardroom

Dear All

Ho Ho Ho and a merry mad festive season to one and all. Just finishing off the year with an amusing little letter to those busy people at the Large Hadron Colider which has discovered or uncovered or found (not sure which) this new particle made up of a beauty quark and a beauty anti-quark!

My goodness are we talking mad fashion here or some hungry vegetarian scientist who made up the name whilst anticipating his nutricious and delicious lunch. Also the fact this particle is somewhat agitated by its arrival on the discovery catwalk makes it all the more amusing. I do love scienctist’s banter, it is so abtract and delightful, and they always deadpan it in such a cool manner. Good poets, they would make, me thinks.

“The new particle is made up of a ‘beauty quark’ and a ‘beauty anti-quark’, which are then bound together, people have thought this more excited state should exist for years but nobody has managed to see it until now.”

The fact that it takes a nuclear force to hold this beauty and anti beauty together is very telling, in this age of goodies, baddies and us poor mortals inbetween.

yours excitedly

Soopooh

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Tsk! Tsk! Tut! Tut!

Dear Mr or Mrs Large supermarket that begins with a T

Please can you sort out your pricing.

I was buying coffee carefully deciding what size to buy, and the usual special offers were not on for my preferred brand, (which I will only say starts with a K), so I thought maybe I’ll get the eco style pouch that is supposed to be better as I can tip it into my own glass jar, saving the planet and a too heavy bag for me. But what did I find? the pouch version which is 50grams less than the bigger jar cost about 70p more!!!!! So whats up is this daft T**** protocol, or just a blatant selfish marketing ploy from K. They don’t really want to encourage recycling, they just want to use it as an alternative selling feature. Shame on you T and K.

Yours disappointedly

Soopooh

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Me myself and eye

Dear me

Just a wee note to remind yourself to write more post pending letters on this blog, I think rambling writingy thoughts all the time but I need to realise them into letters and lines a bit more often!!!

yours

mine

awbuddies

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November 5th in deepest Pitlochry

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recent lovely trip to Pitlochry with Woodcraft folk

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Shiraz & Cabernet

Dear Usher hall Bar Manager

I did enjoy seeing Toumani Diabaté on Monday night and his music was just so elevating in every sense of the word, but this letter is not in existence to praise the unsurpassed talents of that Malian Musician, but to have a word with you about the wine in your estabishment.

Why oh why do you only have oakey wines as your house reds, I went to the bar and asked for a fruity wine and the bar person suggested the cabernet which was not the slightest bit fruity and was to the contrary very oakey. Why, please tell me, would you want your wine heavily tainted with a wood resin that is really just creosote in another form! I say bring back the sweet and jammy Merlots for a wintery pick me up. Stop all this wine snobbery and just serve stuff that tastes nice rather than stuff that californians tell you is good.

yours thirstily

 

Soopooh

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Napoleon Solo

Dear Coronation St (all makers thereof)
Thank you so much for the good news! Napoleon Solo will be swelling the ranks of Corrie, charming one and all with his suave and persuasive ways. Oh the gossip will be almost unrepeatable amongst the salacious, silver slurpers of Roy’s cafe. I can’t wait for his first encounter with Norris Cole, what witty little put down or innuendo will he use. Do we think Rita will be able to keep her hands to herself when he saunters into the Kabin for a bon bon or two. Allsorts of delicious misunderstandings and mix-ups will keep us stuck to our seats, and if I drop my multipack bag of chocolate morsels whilst viewing, sticking to my seat will take on a rather icky meanimg.

In a quote from their own website, Producer Phil Collinson said: “I am delighted to be welcoming The Man From U.N.C.L.E to Coronation Street. Robert was a huge part of my childhood and a magnificent actor. I am looking forward to seeing the impact this exotic character has on the ladies of Weatherfield.”

Never mind the Ladies of Coronation street, the Ladies of Bruntsfield will be getting their thermals in a twist!

yours expectantly

Soopooh

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Soopooh’s Nest

Dear world

This is a blog about LETTERS I HAVE NOT SENT YET and in most cases also not written yet, well written in my head of course, but as there is not a chip in my bonce that bluetooths all my thoughts neatly on to a fresh word doc each day this blog will be utilised in the interim. If someone happens upon this collections of ramblings don’t get too excited about regular posts from this eccentric erudite ecriver my record so far with blogs is not fantastic.

kindest regards

Soopooh

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