abserdman

In which La Senza is made of WIN!

2009-12-15T18:05:32Z

They now do their Babydolls in normal sizes (8/10/12 etc.) and in a special D/DD size too! So you can get size 8D/DD babydolls! Which means I can get ones that FIT!

I got this one for Christmas. You can't see it in the pictures but it has a lovely lacy bit over the bum and it's so pretty and sexy. I think Rich will approve! I also got him some gym/weightlifting gloves (he asked for them) and a fluffy woolley jumper. They may not be exciting pressies but he'll use them and I'd rather get him something boring that he'll use than something exciting that he won't.

Oh, and I got some knickors with Looney Toons on them!

Weekend of Death is over!

2009-12-14T17:12:59Z

I slept until 2 today and didn't get up until 3. It was good!

Friday night in the bar was dead until 9pm when it got stupidly busy in about 5 minutes. And were rushed off our feet for the rest of the night. It was good fun though.

Saturday night, by contrast, was completely dead.

Sunday day-time was also dead. Sunday night was PACKED. Not surprising, seeing as it was the Christmas ball. It was good fun though. It was nice to be rushed off my feet and not have time to think about what I need to do, instead just doing it. Of course, the £25 I found on the floor helped as well as the £8 change that someone walked off without. And fresh crepes with Nutella. :D

Rich is coming over and I need to go get out of my PJs. I'll update more later!

Buzzy Bee

2009-12-11T16:46:12Z

Today: Fill in and send off application form for the library job.
Fill in contract for work in the Union
Work 5:30pm until 2am.

Tomorrow: In the Whey Pat at 10am to put up Christmas decorations.
Back in the pub at 12:30pm to tutor Cara.
Work 6:30pm until 2am.

Sunday: Work in the Whey Pat from 11am until 6:30pm.
Work in the Union from 7pm until 2am.

Monday: SLEEP!

So I probably won't be online again until Monday afternoon. Have a good weekend everyone!

WOOOO!

2009-12-11T01:43:58Z

crysania4 just commented on my last post and I GOT THE NOTIFICATION IMMEDIATELY!!!! Hopefully LJ have fixed the problem I've been having the last few days.

Also, Hamsteriffic made her way to the bottom of her cage yesterday but didn't go back up again. I put her back up in the top part earlier, watched her go down the first vertical drop and then back up it again. Then back down it again. Then she tried to go down the second drop and fell. The grips on the second drop are further apart and she doesn't seem to be able to hold on properly. I'll need to replace that part...

Go Go Gadget Wall of Text!

2009-12-11T01:05:00Z

Last night whilst I was straightening out my bed covers, which had got pulled off the bed during the Epic search for Knife, the knife fell out of them. Big sigh of relief. It gave me the kick up the arse I needed though and I've finally got around to adding Kota to my pet insurance. It wasn't too bad either, £16.30 a month for the 2 of them compared to £9.29 a month for just Sparky. It'll go down once I got Kota microchipped and neutered too.

When I got to work last night Allan had done next weeks rota. Not only had he misinterpreted "Can you make sure I'm off on Sunday night as I'll either be working at the Christmas Ball or in court on Monday morning?" as "Please, please change the normal Sunday lunchtime shift that I've been doing every week for months into a Sunday evening shift." but he's also only put me on for 26 hours. I moaned to Andy about both. Andy agreed with me that it wasn't fair that I wasn't getting a decent amount of hours and said he'd have a word with Allan and make sure I was back up to 40 hours for the week after next.

I saw Allan today and he tried to convince me that I was so low on hours because Jacqui and Ali are working on Wednesday instead of me... Because one night's shift makes up for a 14 hour deficit! Anyway, Becca and Estelle are both away from next week so I should be above 40 hours a week for the next month at least and if he drops my hours again after that... Well, I'm actually hoping I have a salaried job by then!

Also work related: Andy, in his infinte wisdom, has decided to drop our dinner breaks from an hour to half an hour. I do understand his reasoning (busier dinner times so we need the staff, people working shorter shifts and not needing as long a break) but I can't get from the pub to mine, let the dogs out, feed the dogs, feed the rabbits, feed myself and get back to work in half an hour. And so I'm now having to make stuff that can be reheated beforehand and take it to work with me to eat after my break. He's not going to be too happy about me eating on shift when I've just had a break but I can't do anything else!

On a happier note: I got complimented on how well behaved my dogs were when we got to the park this morning. That always makes me smile! I then had an amazing walk with both dogs behaving brilliantly (both recalling from other dogs and Sparky recalling mid-chase). And then Kota seemed to really get the hang of walking on a loose leash on the way back home. He'll have forgotten it again by tomorrow, it's been on and off for the last few weeks, but it was nice not to have him lunging forward every few steps even just for a short while!

We've also got the new Apple and Lime Smirnoffs in at work. I haven't tried the Lime one yet but the Apple one with lemonade tastes just like Appletiser. Yum!

I have to get up tomorrow morning in order to catch Sandy at work and so I probably ought to go to bed.

Yeah right, like that's going to happen! I haven't read my f-list yet today!

Reasons why I love my Vet:

2009-12-09T18:00:05Z

#1 - He doesn't charge a consultation fee. If they don't do anything, I don't get charged.
#2 - If I call them they say "Can you be here in 10 minutes?" If I just show up they say "Wait and he'll see you in 10 minutes."
#3 - They don't talk down to me. They know that I'm interested in Veterinary Medicine and so talk to me like I know what I'm talking about.
#4 - They recognise me and my dogs and rabbits and always ask after the others when take one in.
#5 - They don't mind that I feed raw. They don't particularly approve, but they don't condemn it either.

Anyway, I took Kota up and after a 10 minute wait I got to see Andrew. I explained what had happened, that I'd found the ouside to the pen knife but no metal bit. He had a quick feel of Kota's guts and couldn't feel anything. He said that may just mean it's still in the stomach rather than being passed into the gut yet.

Options of what could happen are:

1. He didn't eat it. No problem.
2. He vomits it back up. No problem.
3. He ate it and it sits in his stomach. Not really a problem. Being metal it's not really going to disintegrate and t's not going to cause a blockage if it stays there. An X-Ray would tell us if it was there but there's no other way to tell.
4. It passes into his gut and out. No problem.
5. It passes into his gut, gets stuck and causes a blockage. BIG problem followed by X-Rays, surgery and HUGE vet bills.

So I've got to basically "wait and see". If he starts vomiting, stops pooping, becomes lethergic, stops eating etc. I've got to take him back in and they'll send him through to Cupar for an X-Ray.

Damn puppy.

Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

2009-12-09T15:22:11Z

I went to Rich's last night. Before I went I put his Swiss Army Knife (which had somehow migrated to my bed) on top of Kota' Dog crate. The crate's a wire one but I have a sheet of cardboard on top so that it can act as my bedside table. Only the rabbits have chewed several holes in the cardboard and now Kota can knock things inside.

Anyway, knife on dog crate.

I come home this morning absolutely knackered (I don't sleep well at Rich's), let the pups out for a pee, shut Kota away again and collapse into bed. I wake up at 12 (yes, midday) and feed the dogs and bunnies. I decide the dog beds need a wash and start pulling Kota's blankets out. And find the red plastic bit from the pen knife. With teeth marks in it.

I panic and pull out the blankets and the crate and the removable plastic bottom. No sign of the metal part of the knife. Nowhere.

PANICPANICPANIC

Kota seems to be fine. He scarfed his breakfast, he's been eating treats, he's been playing R&T with Sparky, he'll let me prod and poke his abdomen. I can't feel any lumps.

Part of me says "He can't have eaten that, you just haven't found it."

Part of me says "Keep an eye on him and if he throws up/stops eating/stops pooping/acts lethargic then take him to the vet."

And part of me is screaming "GET HIM TO THE VET NOW YOU FREAKING IDIOT!!!!!!"

I don't know which part to listen to.

And I'm freaking out.

Have I ever told you?

2009-12-08T16:06:42Z

How amazing Rich's Mum is and how much I adore her? She gave me the money to pay my rent yesterday, plus a little bit more.

Now I just really need to talk to Andy/Allan about my hours and hopefully I'll get back up to 40 a week.

In other good news Rich was sorting through his loft on Sunday and found some parts from his old Hamster cage. He asked whether I'd like it. Hell yeah! It's a Habitrail one and came with plenty of tubes, which means I managed to connect it up to the two wire cages Hamsteriffic is living in just now! Now she has a really BIG cage that looks like this:

The only thing is that she's scared of the vertical bit. I understand, it's a loooong drop for a litte dwarf hamster but I hope she learns to use it. If not I may have to go buy some more u-bend pieces (I have 2 already) and make a twirly-wirly drop for her instead. just can't really afford to go buying more bits-n-pieces, they're quite expensive!

Happy post, happy post...

2009-12-06T18:36:07Z

I've just realised that I don't have the money to pay my rent AGAIN and so I'm going to make myself a happy post and try and make myself feel better!

So, happy things!

- I LOVE this Christmas advert from John Lewis. It's just so sweet.

- I had a wonderful Friday night/Saturday with Rich. We didn't do much other than spend time together but I think that's what weve been needing.

- Jacqui (the cook in the pub) asked me to tutor her daughter, Cara, for Higher Chemistry. Since I haven't actually done Higher Chemistry since 5th year I was a bit paniccy but it all went fine. Cara's mainly having problems with the calculation parts which are easy. I spent an hour with her on Saturday and got £20 for it! Hopefully we can meet up often and I'll get some more money. One of Rich's Mum's friends also wants me to help her daughter from the New Year onwards.

- I was having a housing situation with the dogs (Kota no longer fits in his crate) but I think I've sorted it. Sparky seems to have grown out of the chewing that needed his crate in the first place and so Kota can now have it.

- I have 2 days off in a row!

- I did 40 hours of work this week (finally, I've been doing less than 30 since I came back from holiday). Becca's away for over a month soon so hopefully my hours will stay up. If not I need to have a word wil Allan (see above, re: not being able to pay my rent).

- There's a library assistant job up on the Uni website that I'd quite like to apply for. I'd be happy to work in the Library! And it's a salaried position too.

- A cute picture of Sparky and Bruiser that I took before Halloween.

Is that a happy enough post? I think so!

Strange...

2009-12-06T03:14:02Z

I had a strange, strange night at work tonight. I don't know why it was strange, nothing particulaly strange happened. It just felt weird.

It was supposed to be me, Allan and Andy on the bar but Allan hurt his ankle (whilst pissed) on Thursday night and so hasn't been able to work (I had to do his daytime shift on my day off yesterday). So Estelle was working instead.

Andy started off the night in a REALLY bad mood but he lightened up throughout the night. Estelle was her normal bubbly self.

By the end of the night Estelle and I were in fits of giggles (shouting "Estelle, remember you took your top off!" in the middle of the bar will do that to you) with Andy looking on in amazement. Andy then tried to convince me I was fat. He's a meanie.

2 free drinks (and a plate of nachos) whilst tidying up and now I'm a slightly tipsy and very happy Abigail.

WHUT?

2009-12-04T01:15:59Z

Earlier there was group of 4 ladies who came into the bar. They come in almost every Thursday and drink a couple of bottles of red wine between them.

Anyway, they came in earlier and, whilst ordering their drinks, pointed to the open newspaper and half pint on the table corner. "Is the guy sitting there gone or is he just out for a fag?" they asked. I replied that I hadn't seen him leave so I wasn't sure but that I thought he was stil around.

"Oh. Well we'll just sit there anyway."

And they went over to the table, picked up and closed the guys paper, picked up his pint and moved them 2 tables over.

In what world is that considered in any way polite or normal? It's not! It's plain rude.

I have a new favourite video!

2009-12-03T15:46:31Z

Ignore the Pedigree bit at the end.

A tale of Bad to Good!

2009-12-03T01:22:12Z

Work started off bad, then got a little better, then amazingly better!

Andy phoned me at lunch-time today to ask me if I could start at 6 rather than 6:30 It turns out that the Japanese Society were bringing in 20 - 30 people for drinks. There were only a few of them there when I arrived, but the pub quickly filled up.

Now, not to be racist or anything (if you're Japanese you may want to skip this bit), but they're fecking RUDE. They walk up to the bar and start talking to you without even looking to see if you're paying attention or if you're doing anything. YOu can be in the middle of serving another customer for all they care. They don't worry about the fact that there were people wainting before them. They want served and they want served NOW, dammit! They don't seem to know the words "Please" and "Thank You". In fact some of them don't seem to know any English at all. Or (as they need a higher-education English qualification to be able to come to Uni here) can't be bothered to try and speak it. There was one guy who couldn't even be bothered to try and count his money, he just held his hand out and let us take what we wanted. Now, some of our older customers will do that but they'll talk to you and smile and say thank you. Not this guy. He didn't even look at me whilst I was sorting out his money. Bloody rude.

Then one of them (I'm assuming raised in Britain as he spoke English perfectly) came up and asked what Board Games we had. I told him. "Have you got any we could turn into a drinking game?" he asked. I explained that we weren't allowed to be seen to condone drinking games and so we didn't allow them in the pub.
"Have you got any dice?" he asked. No, I explained. And I can't allow you to play drinking games in here.
"Can we have the dice from the Backgammon?" No, I can't allow you to play drinking games in here.
"We won't, we'll just play dice and drink!" Uh, that's the same thing.
"Fine. Can we play backgammon?" So I hand him the backgammon board, he walks over to his table, takes out 2 dice and puts the board on the seat. Then heads back up to the bar,
"Have you got a big glass or jug we could borrow?"

At this point Andy, who had been listening in, got really pissed off with him and practically shouted at the guy, who tried to convince Andy that he wasn't going to use the jug for drinking games. Needless to say, he didn't get it. And Andy told him that if we saw him and his friedns playing drinking games then they'd all be thrown out. He bought the Backgammon board back up to the bar 5 minutes later.

Bad start to the night.

Then the Frisbee team started coming in. Now, the frisbee team know the rules of the pub and like coming in so stick to them. But there's a lot of them. And, without trying, they can be a bit rowdy. So that made my night LOADS better. Honest. OK, I'll tell the truth. It pissed me off.

Then, slowly, the Japanese Society started to leave. Slightly better.

Then Colin came in. And said he had a present for me. Cue extremely dubious feelings.

Now, Colin and his presents need to be explained. Colin is the younger brother of my old Boss, Sandy. He's 40 and acts like a horny teenage boy. He can go from being a sleazy arse to being the sweetest guy on the planet in 60 seconds. I never quite know what kind of mood he's going to be in and I never know what "present" he's going to bring me next. So far it's been:

1. A pen that gives you an electric shock when you press the top.
2. A tube of chocolate orange body paint.
3. A green jumper for my rabbits.
4. A green teddy bear (he supports Celtic, hence the green).
5. A strawberry flavoured, penis-shaped lollipop.

So I was slightly unsure today when he said he had something else for me. He dug aorund in his bag and came out with a small blue box tied up with a ribbon. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper, was a pair of earrings shaped like doughnuts.

And my night got slightly better.

[It's not just me he buys presents for, before you go getting ideas. He bought Clare about 5 different things for her birthday and a teddy some other time. Becca got a lollipop too, and he bought Estelle a rose-shaped brooch today as well. He's just a sweetie with no-one else to buy things for so he brings them to us.]

Then the pb-dominos guys started to come in. We have a Doms competition every Wednesday and it;s the same group of absolutely lovely guys who come in for it every week. A slight lift in my night.

Us staff are always given the chance to play but I never did until last week. Last Wednesday I decided to give it a go. And got knocked out int he first round. Today I had another go. I drew Otter-Boy (long story) for the first round. And beat him 3-2. I got Drew for the second round and beat him 3-2. Then I got Mr. Coutts in the final. No-one beats Mr. Coutts. Especially not people who have only played once before.

I won 3-1.

And won a steak pie and 4 cans of beer.

HUGE lift in my night.

And then Allan told me that if I cleaned the kitchen I could go home early and now I'm sitting here with a mug of Galaxy hot chocolate, a generous sloosh of Baileys and some Maryland double chocolate chip cookies.

Bliss.

And if you got all the way through that (very boring) story you deserve some cookies too!

*hands out cookies*

abserdman @ 2009-11-29T20:33:00

2009-11-29T20:33:56Z

I just got a text from Isaac.

"Hey. Im gonna b in dundee nxt weekend. N seein im nt gonna see u at xmas do u n rich wanna cum see me? X x"

Um. Let me see. Do I want to see the little brother who calls my boyfriend a prick and a twat? Oh, and then a "gay bum-loving bender".

That would be a no then.

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

2009-11-27T11:58:05Z

I'm stuck.

I have today and tomorrow off work and, seeing as it's St Andrews Weekend (meaning all HIstorical Scotland stuff is free this weekend), Rich and I had planned a really good weekend. We were going to go to the new Curry House in Anstruther tonight, stay at Rich's and then head to Edinburgh early tomorrow, visit the castle and a few other places of interest, get in a bit of shopping, eat dinner and head home late tomorrow night.

"That's fine" I thought. "Susie will be around to let the dogs out regularly and I'm sure I can find someone to come and walk them." (Susie's tiny and is used to a tiny dog. My two would pull her over!).

Yeah right! I should have known it wouldn't be that easy!

Susie's away to Dublin for the weekend. Sam, my friend who lives close and normally walks Sparky for me, isn't in his flat as it flooded a few weeks back. Sophia, who also lives close and is happy to look after my dogs, has essays due next week and wants to work this weekend. My upstairs neighbours are off to Edinburgh tomorrow as it's their Wedding Anniversary.

I don't know what else to do or who else to ask.

One of Susie's friends is coming around to let Sabby out tomorrow but isn't coming until 5pm (Susie's expecting Sabby to be fine between me leaving this evening and Sally coming in tomorrow evening, which is a whole other rant). There's NO WAY I'm leaving my dogs that long without letting them out.

I'm currently thinking about asking my student neighbour's across-the-way to come in. I don't know them but they're always happy to give the dogs a pat when they see them... I'm that desperate!

I don't want the dogs to ruin my weekend with Rich.

Pouty pouty.

2009-11-26T01:37:29Z

My friend is pregnant.

With twins.

She has scans! Pictures of little babies!

I shall be the one in the corner being broody.

*broods*

More.

2009-11-25T01:29:50Z

I messaged Siobhan (ex-flatemate) after I got my letter. She sent me this whilst I was at work. It was in the Courier today apparently.

"Casey inquiry postponed until March

AN INQUIRY into the death of a 19-year-old student from Lundin Links in October 2006 has been postponed again and will now not take place until March.

Erin Casey died following an epileptic seizure during her first term at St Andrews University, having been diagnosed only months earlier.

Her family won their fight for a fatal accident inquiry, which has already been postponed once.

A further preliminary hearing was heard yesterday, when Sheriff Charles Macnair was told that issues surrounding legal aid and the possible appointment of counsel are still ongoing.

Erin’s parents claim her death could have been prevented if all necessary information had been made available by medics and the full implications of the condition made clear.

Sheriff Macnair said he understood why the family want to consider all their options in relation to appointing counsel prior to proceeding and how the delay in resolving the issue impacts on case preparation.

The inquiry is now expected to begin on March 1."

So it looks like it's Erin's parents pushing the inquiry.

Siobhan hasn't had a letter yet. Heather has one and will be coming up from Manchester. We don't know about Nick and Andy yet but it seems they probably will as they were both there that night. Kim was in Glasgow when it happened and Siobhan was at work, so that might be why they don't have anything. They both say they're going to come anyway to be there for me and Heather.

I'm assuming it;s some kind of preliminary hearing in December then, if the actual one isn't expected until March?

I'm feeling a lot calmer after a busy night at work. I did have a bit of a cry on Andy's shoulder when I first got to work (I love my boss) but once I got onto the bar and got busy I calmed right down and just got on with things. I'm feeling a lot, lot better now. It's still going to be hard but Rich will be there and my friends will be there and I'll manage to get through it.

In other (GOOD) news the cook, Jacqui, wants me to tutor her daughter in Higher Chemistry. £20 an hour she;s going to pay me! £20 an hour! Now I just have to remember what I learnt in Higher...

Oh Crap.

2009-11-24T15:13:11Z

I went to meet Rich for lunch today, as usual. Went to the bank and the Post Office on the way back. Got home and Susie came into my room with a piece of paper.

"The Police came to the door with this for you."

"THE PROCURATOR FISCAL FOR THE DISTRICT OF CUPAR HAS CALLED YOU AS A WITNESS AT THE ENQUIRY TO BE HELD INTO THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE DEATH OF ERIN LEIGH CASEY"

What?

It's been three years since Erin died. Three years. Why are they having an enquiry into t now? And why are they having an enquiry anyway? It was natural causes, they decided so. Epileptic fit. Natural.

I don't want to live through that night again. I can't live through that night again. I can't do it.

Zomg!

2009-11-24T01:15:02Z

When did this?

Then.

Now.

Past.

Present.

Poses are the same, it's just the puppy that's changed!

Poor Kitchen Bitch!

2009-11-23T23:42:30Z

WEEKS ago I was eating a slice of cheesecake in the bar kitchen whilst serving customers in the bar at the same time. Mike was laughing at how long I was taking to eat it. "I could eat that in 2 bites!" he boasted. When I asked him to prove it he pointed out that I'd (unfortunately) eaten the last slice.

Today was the first day cheesecake had been back on the menu since then.

So when Mike finished work at 9 was presented with a slice. He sat. And he looked at it. And he scoffed. "Easy!" he said.

And he didn't eat it and didn't eat it and didn't eat it.

When I finished work at 10:30 he still hadn't eaten it.

He then confessed to us (there were 8 of us gathered by this point) that he doesn't like cheesecake. So, being the kind, kind people we are we gave him 5 minutes to either eat it or give up.

He ate it.

Not in 2 bites though.

Which meant he lost the bet and owed me a drink.

However, I'm far too mice and felt sorry for one so bought him one instead. The amusement of watching him try to eat a large slice of something he hates in two bites was worth the £3 a pint of Stella costs!

Susie

2009-11-20T16:06:14Z

Susie's a lovely flatmate. She's generally tidy. She spends most of her time in her room. She's friendly. She doesn't play loud music or make loud noises. She doesn't have strange people over. She doesn't care about me coming in in the early hours of the morning. She loves my dogs and rabbits.

But she talks. A lot.

And that means she doesn't listen to what other people are saying. Example from when she came in yesterday afternoon:

S: "It's horrible out there!"
Me: "How's the river looking?"
S: "OK, but I've got lots of essays due."

*blinks*

Anyway, her dog, Sabby, has come into season. I notced this as soon as I got back in yesterday because there were spots of blood all over the floor i the hallway and kitchen. Yep, doggy period blood in the kitchen.

Anyway, I cleared and swept the hall and kitchen this morning, and asked her if she could mop it because it was muddy and I didn't like the blood on the floor.

She cleaned the bits that had blood on them and didn't do the rest.

She's just off in her own world! How does "mop the floor" mean "wipe up blood"? It doesn't! It means "mop all of the floor and get all the dirt up!"

So I had to do it myself anyway. Which means I haven't vaccuumed the sitting room and mybedroom, which also need done.

Still, shiny hallway and kitchen floor.

7 pups for 7 people

2009-11-18T21:35:29Z

I found this TV programme (UK only, sorry) about a woman who decides to make money by breeding her Staffy. She ends up with 7 pups. The programme follows her trying to find homes for all 7.

In the end, as those sensible people among us knew already, she makes a loss.

She finds 4 homes initially, gives 3 away and then ends up taking one back because the owner couldn't care for it any more.

Most homes are "typical" staffy homes. They want big, butch, scary "protection" dogs. The one lady has a Cane Corso (originally enough called Cane) who everyone is terrified of. She's proud of the fact that he'd attack children. Ugh.

*sigh*

abserdman @ 2009-11-18T18:22:00

2009-11-18T18:22:47Z

Lef Stronsay at 10:30 this morning, arrived in Kirkwall at 12:30pm. One of the local B&B owners has been nice enough to give me the loan of his lounge for the day so me and the dogs are curled up in the warm rather than out in the cold. He's even going to drive me up to the ferry tonight.

Now I'm trying to decide whether to head to Tesco and get some food or just pop to the Chinese.

Tesco I think, it's cheaper.

Ugh

2009-11-17T21:01:08Z

Cesar Millan is in the UK.

He's going to be on the Paul O'Grady Show next week.

If I ever see that pr*ck and if he tries to lay a hand on my dogs I cannot and will not be held responsible for the things I might do.

I pray to doG that he doesn't harm or hurt too many dogs whilst he's over here. I hope someone reports him to the RSPCA for cruelty to animals. I hope he gets banned from coming back. I hope he gets banned from "training". I hope he gets banned from dogs!

As much as I hate to admit it...

2009-11-16T22:33:58Z

I'm getting rather good at this whole baking malarky!

Also, ZOMG!

It's baby seal time! But don't let the cuteness fool you, they're vicious little buggers.

But insanely cute. If any of you want to visit Orkney ever, come at this time of year! The weather's crap but the fuzzy seals lying on the beaches more than make up for it.