Head to head

Aha, Here in a fair green valley beneath the sheltering hills lies the old grey school of Dollar...yes indeed, memory lane.
These people on the other hand don't even know why they exist but they have only been around a few minutes. It is pouring...again.

Old Haunts

Sometimes I drop into Google streetview to have a look around Rome or New York. This morning I traversed some streets of England, highly entertaining, and then found myself in Dollar, Scotland, and went on the walk to school as I did in the fifties and sixties. Once I found my childhood house my brain kicked into action. Just the outline of the Ochils, the bridge on the burnside, the graveyard...it hasn't changed?????? The trees are seriously bigger but it is still exactly the same. It was the oddest feeling to step back in time and follow my long invisible footsteps. The only difference being that Miss Tibbs, the cat, was not waiting on the graveyard wall for me.

Spot the Octopus

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No, not in the picture...in the link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=badHUNl2HXU&feature=related

Last night I had a spectacular boxing match with a peculiar blond man on a Wii. It had never ocurred to me that I might enjoy pasting a virtual somebody but it was strangely satisfying.  Mainly for the sound effects...I think.
Then I joined three virtual buddies for a tennis match and reminded myself of what a lousy tennis player I always was and how "gym" at school was a subject of dread.
"Miss Weeruth, go and give the hockey balls a new lick of paint. It's the only thing you do well."
Or my favourite..."Miss Weeruth. Away up Dollar Hill with you and be back in forty five minutes."
From halfway up Dollar Hill I watched the miniature game of hockey unfolding below . Believe me, it was far more enjoyable up there then on the pitch.