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Walking along past the Indian restaurant towards the Coffee Pot I was accosted by a little fella in his fifties dressed in dungarees. He was olive skinned possibly Asian. Anyway he said 'Would you do me a favour and put these bets on?' He presed several betting slips and a not inconsiderable amount of money into my hand - I estimate 拢100. Out of curiosity, to see in the bookies as much as for any other reason, I agreed. I told the woman behind the counter that the bets were for a fella outside. I thought he might be reluctant to enter for religious reasons. 'No' she replied, 'He's just a nuisance that's all'. I had a look at this betting slips and I bet other bookies would welcome such a lousy tipster with open arms. In the bar at Ness FC later I mentioned this among other things and mentioned the Blogging site (which many new nothing of) I also mentioned Anne, by surname who is on leave. 'Oh yes she got married last weekend,' says the barmaid from Eorodale - see Anne you cannot get away with anything!!!' Every happiness but you obvioulsy expect to be single come fank time looking at the list of men you asked me to line up. Does your husband know this aspect of your character or are you trading him in at the Fank?

After nearly 100 years the Habost well has been condemned for the purity of its water. The spring apparently burst out after a ninor earthquake in the 1920's and has never dried even in the Summer of 55 when water was very difficult to come by. The first doubts about the water quality were expressed by the local chiropodist who started to wonder at the number of patients she dealt with who had twelve or more toes. Then the hairdressers in Cross began to realise that some customers had two heads and the stocks of shampoo and Brycreem were going twice as fast as previously. Knowledge of the aphrodisiac properties of the well water has been suppressed by the elder of the kirk as. back in the fifities, men were starting to covet their neighbours' oxen and some even openly dated the cattle. The Department of Health has finally shut the well down for the time being much to the disgust of Murdag Graham 147 years of age who drinks nothing else with her Watson's Trawler Rum. Is this the sort of water story that you are looking for on this site?