Tuesday is Molly's day. Shining red curls, striding purposefully about in her little purple shoes. The current phase is 'hiding'. If someone is not withing sight, then they must be hiding. 'Grandpa hiding?', 'Mummy hiding?', Daddy hiding?' 'Dolly hiding!' - this last usually because she has crammed beloved little rag dolly into any space she can find. The favourite today was under the high chair.
Tuesday evening was unusual. I'd been asked to speak at a conference in Alloa - something I haven't done for a while - and they booked a B&B. I arrived at about 10pm, after getting hopelessly lost in the vast unknown wastes of Alloa. At last I came to a large metal gate, which silently opened when I pressed a button. The owner then led me into the most fantastic house I have ever seen - beautiful elegant stairs, with even a suit of armour on the landing, a huge bedroom with a chandelier, immense soft bed, period furniture glowing with polish, and a massive bay window looking out right over the valley towards Stirling.
Wednesday - Breakfast was served at a huge oak(?) table, with carved wooden chair, upholstered in red velvet with a coat of arms. I felt like the Lady of the Manor!! Then off to the conference. I enjoy public speaking - always have - but recently I get much less chance to do any, so this was a fun day, and a chance to catch up with old acquaintances. The back through the darkening landscape to Millport.
Overnight a storm blew up - banging on the windows, hurling rain onto the roof like machine guns bullets.
Thursday - apples everywhere, brought down by the storm, which had temporarily subsided. A wrecked rowing boat, seaweed on the beaches almost knee deep. A leak in our roof and both of our shop windows. And then 'The Hairy Bikers Cook Off' - broadcast of the cookery competition we (Donald, Catriona and I) entered on BBC2 - what a laugh, what an experience, and amazing to see yourself on TV for 45 minutes!
Then the storm returned with renewed ferocity as it got dark, almost blowing us away as we went up the church path to the Fun Club.
Friday - a day to wrestle with the Income Tax - oh what a joy.
Tuesday evening was unusual. I'd been asked to speak at a conference in Alloa - something I haven't done for a while - and they booked a B&B. I arrived at about 10pm, after getting hopelessly lost in the vast unknown wastes of Alloa. At last I came to a large metal gate, which silently opened when I pressed a button. The owner then led me into the most fantastic house I have ever seen - beautiful elegant stairs, with even a suit of armour on the landing, a huge bedroom with a chandelier, immense soft bed, period furniture glowing with polish, and a massive bay window looking out right over the valley towards Stirling.
Wednesday - Breakfast was served at a huge oak(?) table, with carved wooden chair, upholstered in red velvet with a coat of arms. I felt like the Lady of the Manor!! Then off to the conference. I enjoy public speaking - always have - but recently I get much less chance to do any, so this was a fun day, and a chance to catch up with old acquaintances. The back through the darkening landscape to Millport.
Overnight a storm blew up - banging on the windows, hurling rain onto the roof like machine guns bullets.
Thursday - apples everywhere, brought down by the storm, which had temporarily subsided. A wrecked rowing boat, seaweed on the beaches almost knee deep. A leak in our roof and both of our shop windows. And then 'The Hairy Bikers Cook Off' - broadcast of the cookery competition we (Donald, Catriona and I) entered on BBC2 - what a laugh, what an experience, and amazing to see yourself on TV for 45 minutes!
Then the storm returned with renewed ferocity as it got dark, almost blowing us away as we went up the church path to the Fun Club.
Friday - a day to wrestle with the Income Tax - oh what a joy.
You did well on the Bikers!
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