Work, it's all free meals and chauffer driven, isn't it?

Hard week, nose to the grindstone and all that.
I found myself in Glasgow this week for a seminar. Chauffer driven from Inverness to Milngavie and dined at expensive city centre restaurants.
Well ok, my colleague drove the hire car down and we somehow found ourselves included at the conference speakers' dinner table at the Merchant City restuarant in George Square. Just the spot to blag a free meal if ever there was one.
My how we marvelled at the imported delacacies.
World famous haggis from our local butcher in Dingwall, exotic meats from far away Forres. They fair ken how to live they Weegies!
Not being one to look a gift crab in the mandibles... I ate it as starter, and followed up with a lovely sirloin. Cooked, nae warmed, to perfection, bloody juices thinning out the thermidor sauce nicely.
Back to normal duties at the end of the week, well almost normal. Instead of going straight to Rightenoughville I was getting picked up in Dingwall by another colleague (The Reverand Dave) a couple of mornings. This meant lie-ins for me and early starts for the Rev.
Do you think that maybe there's an allocated amount of sleep for the human race?
Maybe everytime you get up early someone else is getting your share of the snooze quota!
Well work times they are a changing anyway. All the vacancies in our team have been filled for the first time in a long time recently, and so we all got new areas to cover.
Draw a line across Scotland from Brora to just north of Lochinver and look what's north, that's where you'll find me now.
North Coast, Orkney and Shetland.
Of course my desk and coffee mug will still be in Inverightenoughness.
There may not be much up there, but I'll be the one going a long way to see it.
Talking of which I'm off to Orkney next week to see what's up there workwise.
Of course they're pretty good at crustacean cooking up there, and they do cattle too...so who knows.
Come to think of it it'll be Burns night whilst I'm there.
Wonder if they'll be importing World famous haggis from far away Dingwall?

Happy New Year 2006!

Well that year went quickly, didn't it?

A year since the last post on here and I don't think much has changed really. Still ensconced in the Heelan howff with the Vikings and Rowan the faithful hound. Still doing the daily commute to Inversnecky, with occasional work related trips to more exotic locations like Thurso and Possil for added glamour.
New Year was a much quieter affair this year, just Rowan and his faithful master keeping the home fires burning while the Vikings returned to the isles to immerse themselves in tattie soup, reestit mutton and the occasional hour of sobriety and/or sleep.
Upon picking the prop-weary travellers up from their nearly empty flight (who needs a private jet?) from Sumburgh to Dalcross it was heartening to see that they had missed some of the local luxuries whilst they'd been gone.
"We want a Burger King," came the cry.
A swift return to the darkened isles for Up-Helly-Aa had been planned, but it would seem that the Viking Queen may have had enough Shetlandic culture for a while, and has no burning desire for the fire festivities.
Shall we go?
Time will tell.

So have I become an annual blogger? Once again surely time will tell.
Until next time...