Laughs - The Toyman - Harvest Festival...

....................................The Maid of the Loch on Loch Lomond.........

....................................The Armadillo (Clyde Auditorium).................
....................................Sailing along the River Clyde .........................
...........................Glasgow Tower, The Science Centre and IMAX Cinema
.....................................Our Flower - The Thistle..........................


Hi folks,

I have a friend with a very infectious laugh and she always seems to use it just at the right moment, and if someone is out of sorts she brings about a cure with that laugh of hers. Since I've know her I've really learned the truth of the saying: "Happiness is contagious - be a carrier". I try to be like her, but it isn't easy without that special laugh, a gift which can only belong to her.

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My old father-in-law told me years ago about a man who worked at a disposal plant in Glasgow at the same time as he did - he was known as the 'Toyman.' His name was Dave Wallace and he used to say that it amazed him what folk threw away - toys, games, old annuals and cuddly toys. He used to retrieve them then give them a good wash, a lick of paint or a spot of glue so that they were quite usable again. For mechanical faults, he usually found an expert at the depot who could do the necessary repairs. When he had enough gifts, they were delivered to a resource centre or a toy library.

"Waste not, want not," was a saying my older relatives used a lot when I was young but folk don't seem to use that idea these days but Dave Wallace certainly put this adage into practice for a deserving cause.

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This is one of these wee gems I found in my Friendship Book yesterday which appealed to my giggle muscle - what do you think of it ?

It was Harvest Festival time and a teacher had taken her class to the church next door which had been decorated for the annual service. Back in the classroom they discussed what the children had seen that wasn't usually found in church, and hands shot up as they mentioned sheaves of corn, runner beans, peas, turnips and potatoes and so on.

"And can anyone think of one word to cover all these things?" asked the teacher. "Yes, Miss," said an eager young boy. "Gravy."

Awwww... Out of the mouths of babes huh ...


Cheers from the land of the tartan, the haggis and the Midge

Lots of Love Kate xxx.