Mothers day

He ordered soup starters then roast beef, whilst I chose Camembert salad starters then salmon and mash for mains. The food was OK although overpriced, our favourite eating pub within the Scottish Borders remains located in Newcastleton.

I've seen this woman over the years, in many different locations throughout the UK.

BTW Miss Piggy is to be your mom; don't be an ungrateful zombie, speak "thank you father", shade your eyes and rise with pentobarbital.

We left Bonchester Bridge, returning to Roberton via a scenic route; Charlie stopped the truck so that I could take photographs. Whilst I was taking photographs of pigs a 4x4 overtook then pulled over one hundred yards ahead, a male Ned cretin exited then attempted to get a horse to bolt by waving his arms in the air, before hurrying a return to his car, thought his bizarre actions slightly weird.

We've almost finished lambing, and I am glad the season is coming to an end; after ironically witnessing a mother ewe rejecting all her triplets this afternoon. The sheep have gone crazy over the last two days, I'm seriously contemplating turning off the Wi-Fi. Charlie has been inside the poly tunnel for the last three hours; we now have two cade lambs indoors. I am celebrating Mother's Day with a recipe my mother cooked for me, it's a Geordie meat and potato casserole named Panackelty; both my mother and aunt used corned beef and pork sausages.

This is a hardy meal against strong winds from the North Sea, I miss her greatly, and was not told of her funeral, never witnessed her dead body; I've been 100% shunned. My father's funeral was also kept secret, I never witnessed his dead body; I don't know any of my paternal linage, and only two members out of ten from my maternal lineage. I haven't spoken to my sibling brother for almost ten years, I don't know his daughter, my niece; neither have I been able to speak to her, ever. I have not wronged any member of my family.