I like to think I'm coping and integrating quite well, but when Karen McInnes from Fort William phoned at 1pm today to say they were going to be "45 mins away over the hill, sorry about the short notice and would be nice to see you," etc, ....I was straight on the phone to Spook and we were over the hill almost before he could wash the poo off. It was lovely to see herself, Dougie and the effervescent Rosa and sleepy Kier. We went out for dinner in Arrowtown and it reminded me how much of an act I must put on a lot of the time, when it's ALWAYS new people. So less than 3 months down the line, we were soaking up our own Scottish culture - breathing it in, in big sooky breaths. Obviously Spook manged to inhale some beer too.
The children were just as excited as us and Meg's sentences even went down at the end a few times. It must be pretty tiring for them too, when everything and everyone is new. hurrah for The Gibson/McInnes's
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