Comparisons are odious?

Did you know it was Gail's birthday last week?

It's always fun, isn't it, to look at the cards and decide which you like best.

Such a difficult choice, this time around.

I thought we had a clear winner, when I saw this one from our friends Margaret and Jeffrey.


Splendid, don't you think? A handsome fellow isn't he? And such a jolly neckerchief.

But then Gail opened the envelope postmarked Nottingham. Human Granny had earlier dropped a hint that she'd found a very special card for Gail.

And this was it.


A wire-haired fox terrier sitting in front of a bicycle!

Yes I can see why this image might be considered especially fitting for Gail.

The WFT guy even looks a bit like me, wouldn't you say? Personally I would have preferred it if he had been allowed to pose without any distracting objects in the background, but I guess at least the bike is behind and not in front of him.

Perhaps if I set the cards side by side it will be easier to select the 'winner'.


I wonder what my friends think?

Oh. Gail is telling me that if Human Grandad (who also had a November birthday) had read this he would have frowned and said: "Bertie, comparisons are odious"...

FFHT: The forty year wait (a true story)

It's Murphy and Stanley's FFHT time again.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl, born one foggy November night in Nottingham a long long time ago (1958, to be precise).

From a very early age, this little girl disliked dolls, finding their plastic faces creepy, but she loved her furry animal toys very much. She loved Mr and Mrs Teddy, and Uncle Edward the Elephant. But best of all, she loved her Airedale wheelie dog, even though she cannot now recall his name.

As she grew older she wished more than anything that she could have a real live dog. She would spend hours perusing her 'Observers' Book of Dogs' published in 1961, trying to decide, in her imaginary world, which type of dog she would choose. The entry for the wire-haired fox terrier stated that this was the most popular terrier breed.

Sadly, neither her parents nor her granny nor her brother, all of whom lived in the same house, shared her desire for a pup, and her only childhood pets were Goldie the goldfish (won by her brother at Goose Fair) and Arthur the guinea pig, whose lifespan of eight years may yet be a world record.

Fast forward to 1999, and the little girl is forty years old. After living in London almost all her adult life, a company relocation takes her to Northeast Scotland. She now has a house with a garden, friendly neighbours and a five minute commute to the office.

One evening, she circles a small ad in the Aberdeen Evening Express. "Three year old male Westie needs a new home". She phones the number. A farmer from near Fraserburgh answers. She is too embarrassed to tell him that she only understands one word in five of his strong Doric accent. The story seems to be that the farmer wanted to use the Westie for breeding but then realised the dog was too closely related to the intended bitch. An appointment is made to view the dog. His name is Hamish.

For Gail, things would never be the same after this phone call.

(It was only later it occurred to Gail that farmer's story never made any sense!)

Thanks Blogville!

Thanks for the fun and friendship!

Oh gosh, I could say so much more, but, well, you see, I have a bit of a lump in my throat when I think too of all the kindness.

Oh and can you believe Gail gave me a shampoo and even tried to floof up the furs on my legs, just so I'd be looking my best for all my wonderful pals on this special Blogville Thanksgiving Day.

Out-bounced!

BBB (Bouncing Bertie Boffin) here.

Can you even imagine how awesome it must be to land on a comet?

You would be bouncing with excitement. Well I would, for sure.

You know, when I bounce, I'll be honest with you, I only stay up in the air for a fraction of a second.

Now look at this picture of the European Space Agency's Philae lander last week hitting the surface of Comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko for the first time. And then bouncing off again.




It was nearly two hours before Philae came down again the second time.

The next bounce lasted a 'mere' seven minutes.

Frankly I'd have been happy with that.

Earth's gravity field is such a drag.