Insert Title A Into Title Slot B So much for the whole writing something every day. I mean, yes, today is a day, and I'm writing something, but I do not yet know what to write. I could come up with a whole tirade against Jim Davis, but frankly, I find Garfield as funny as the next person. I mean, he's a cat who doesn't like Mondays or Odie, but loves Lasagne and his blanket. What's not to find funny? (Answer is left as an exercise to the interested reader)

I suppose the problem is lack of inspiration, as I choose to write every morning between the hours of 5am (when I get up) and 6am (when the internet inexplicably cuts out). I also choose to always sit at my desk when doing it, so all I can see is a bit of a mess, and a blank wall behind that. Not much to write about there. I could turn around and write about the mess on my floor, which I intend to tidy up, but won't (that goes for both writing about it and tidying it).

Ahh well, photo time.



It's yet another image from the shores of Loch Lomond. This time a sign warning you that Ogs ould be n a lead, which is something I try to remind myself of every day. As soon as I passed this sign, I saw two posh fat ladies walking along, while their dog ran around the surrounding bushes. I had to laugh. Heh, they were fat...  ¶ 5:27 am 0 comments

  Top o' the morning to you. So, I mentioned I had a routine these days. And I do. Somehow I go to bed at 9pm and wake up at 5am, which is surprisingly refreshing. I never have anything to do before 9am, so I get about four hours in the morning to myself to just do nothing but slowly wake up. However, I shall now fill that time with posting to this blog. Huzzah!

Anyway, yes. I was out at Loch Lomond yesterday (more specifially Balloch Castle Country Park), where I had tremendous fun tramping through bushes being totally overcome with nostalgia, and accidentally climbing to the summit of a hill, which was worth it for the awesome views, but left my feet and trousers slightly muddy. But more on that in later posts. Today's post concerns a sign I happened to see in a child's play park next to a boat house on the shore.



Seriously though, what the blazes does that mean? Is that some sort of hidden code that West Dunbartonshire Council is using to brainwash our children? (Not that I have children, though I do have a 6 month old nephew, and if he's going to be brainwashed, I'm going to be the one doing it thank you very much) I think we have the right to know... If anyone has any clues, I'd be interested in hearing them. Not that anyone reads this, but someone might in the future...  ¶ 5:15 am 0 comments

  What's that? An update? Yeah, so I do still like the idea of writing something everyday, it's just I've been really lazy, and have no real routine, so I never found time to do it. Anyway, I now have a routine, so starting tomorrow, I promise to write something every day, and perhaps include a picture of some sort. As today I was out at Loch Lomond, I have included a picture I took of the loch which I find to be rather purdy...

See you tomorrow folkses

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