My mother brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning. It was presented on a tray, with a plate for my squeezed out teabag, a tiny jug of milk and a bowl of suger, so that I could make it to my very exact requirement. I feel it is important for me to have offered her this opportunity to move around and keep her circulation going. She thanked me for making the effort to come home and assist in this way.
We had a lovely day out, visiting good friends for coffee and walking along Loch Lomondside.
I then headed up to the Highlands (in glorious daylight), where I have been on a desperate mission to catch up. An hour in Glencoe, dinner at Frazer and Aileens, out to find Sarah, and an abortive attempt to visit our dear nieghbours the Camerons. Throughout this process, I have bumped into so many people who took a double take, followed by big hugs. It has been a heartwarming experience, to so quickly be able to soak up the community which I tell everyone in Nz, who tells US that we wont want to go home, is a community second to none.
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