The Ukrainian Girl Visits Portsoy, Scotland
Our guest visits Portsoy on a beautiful afternoon…
Archive for ‘September, 2022’
The vicious dog attacks what she thinks is a ball!
Katy attacks a discarded fender..
The Ukrainian Cauliflower Moment
Our Ukrainian guests cook up cauliflowers the Ukrainian way. Delicious!!
The Ukrainian Girls meet a good Scottish Bacon Roll (for the first time)…
The Rock and Roll Ukrainian Party
There are few hangovers around this morning!!
The Future of the Ukraine and Scotland
Two beautiful young girls, both aged 16. One of the girls from Scotland, the other from the Ukraine. Both have their futures ahead of them. They have been brought together in Scotland by a brutal war brought about by a man who is now, it is clear, completely unhinged. What right has Putin to destroy the hopes and dreams of young people in the Ukraine and other places?
The Ukrainian Party
A bit of a party here last night for our guests from the Ukraine. A good time was had by all. Our thoughts, though, were and are very much with the people who remain in the Ukraine.
The image below represents the beginning of a deep, warm and lasting relationship between the people Scotland and the people of the Ukraine. Apart from anything else, the Scots and the Ukrainians make fine drinking partners!!!
The Ukrainian Girl
The Ukrainian Girl
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The Girls from the Ukraine…
The girls from the Ukraine…
Olena and Svitlana who are staying with us for a while
The Girl from the Ukraine…
The Girls from the Ukraine
We have two guests from the Kharkiv in the Ukraine, Olina and Svitlana, who are staying with us for a while. Yesterday, we took the girls to see Findlater Castle and sample our bracing Scottish air.
The Chicken
The Ikea Shambles
For the first and last time, I visited Ikea in Southampton this afternoon. I booked a ‘click and collect’ pick-up and oh my, what an utter shambles it was. Hopeless uncommunicative staff moving at a glacial pace (if they are there at all – see the picture of the empty ‘click and collect’ room). They sent me an email telling you that my pick-up is ready and then, when you arrive, you have to wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. An so, goodbye Ikea, you will never see me again!
