I don't know why I bother stating on this blog how regular or irregular posts of whatever nature may be, because there is a monkey in my mind that keeps messing about with my priorities, much like this monkey on the top of an information board in Dundee, whose messing around with "Information" always amuses me greatly, as well as making me seek possible deeper meanings within. And he seems to be conveying a debatable message in the Scots language too.
And there is that imp in my mind as well, who keeps whispering the latest adventures of Adrig and Edrig and others as yet unpublicised to me, and with the monkey and the imp playing havoc all the time it is a wonder that I ever manage to convey a pretence of sanity at all. And maintaining that pretence is not easy while keeping up the monthly howling at the moon too:
And whatever other priorities I have, and I do... the imp keeps insisting that there are things I should report sooner than intended. Sigh... I think I will be banning myself from ever attempting to predict what will happen next, on this blog, or in my mind, or anywhere else... But looking back, I do know that it has been a strange week, so far.