Deputy Mayors Gossip!

Good job we had the ritual slaughter of the Haggis on Friday night! In that way the poor wee beasties innards which may have been spilt over the old carpet in the Mayors Parlour will have done no harm! Because today the old carpet started to be removed.

After 27 years on the floor I bet the old carpet is minging! But what a tale it could tell if it could talk. Tales of Mayoral laughter, rows and no doubt the odd bit of behaviour, that grips us all from time to time?

Pity the poor work men who have to rid the place of the old layer before the new can be re-laid. I wonder if the activity will set the fleas jumping!....remember the news story's that we read about the Civic Centre being alive with its own breed of fleas....hope it was just sensational journalism? But a few people will be watching carefully as the old is rolled out and the new rolled in just in case we see the little critturs celebrating the arrival of a new home!

The colour of the carpet will be the next talking point and I like everyone else look forward to seeing a spruced up Parlour that gives everyone a good image of the City. The old carpet certainly gave service....a lot longer than the average house carpet I will be bound. But it had become thread bare..and not a little dangerous. It actually jumped up and tripped one of the local government officers! Leading to him crashing into a heavy table.Now over the next few days new carpets to match the current drapes will be fitted.

Incidentally Mayoress Beryl Hart is my Burns night heroine . Not only did the Mayoress save me by producing a Burns Book of Poems so that I could give a reading and murder ancient Scots as I murder the Queens English! She also found me a poem that I could read which meant absolutely nothing to anybody!

Roll on Canada Day when we can slap our thighs in hearty manner and sing 'Rosemary I Love You!' and look to enjoy bear steaks.