It’s official.

As of next week i will be living with a couple of students. The brother in law insists he’s not a student as he is getting paid on his course. Which is fair enough, lugging fire hoses around in the sweltering heat dressed in asbestos jackets should be considered more as training rather than schoolin’.
T’other filthy has no such excuse though. She IS going back to college, full-time and her protests that ‘I’m a DANCER’ hold no water up on Walton’s Mountain.
‘Ara, gowan, sure you’ll be holed up in a tree down in the glen if we turn our back on you.’

So should I expect koka noodles for dinner now? Beans and toast for a special sunday lunch, and pots and pots of tea?

Oooh the possibilities.