There once was a cleaner from......

'Red sky in the morning, Sheperds warning' doesn't seem to bear fruit over here. Maybe it's because we are upside down. The lake photos were taken at about 4.15pm, so with the shortest day coming up on Sunday, it does appear that it is not as short a day as we get in Fort William!! I know paddling on flat water is very dull for you kayakers out there, but I would love to have been this boy today.

I have been reassured by Canadian Cathy, who is keeping me informed via Facebook of my husbands movements, that the Cougars only pick on the small and vulnerable and only 20 deaths have occured over 100 years. The boys are out on a long ride today and Cathy was going to meet them for a BBQ at Cliffs house (Cliff only does BBQ and brought his own one with him to Scotland last year, in case we didn't do them and he would get hungry). I'm not sure how long the ride is, but worry that Uncle David may feel small and vulnerable after it.

I occupied myself by making up Limericks with Mary at work today. She has been interviewing for winter staff. She had about 70 applicants, but probably only needs 2, + 2 on standby. She rejected a lady who didn't quite look the part as she hadn't plucked the whiskers on her face (I shaved as soon as I got home!) and didn't take the beautiful Argentinian young man who couldn't clean very well, but it wasn't an easy decision. Mary was having an angry day about someone who had crossed her (bad thing to do), so I diverted her thoughts to the Limericks. She was much better, but a tad ruder, than me.

I retrieved the car from the garage with it's new clutch and took a package to Pete, at Spooks work. We had a coffee and a blether and I showed him the editorial in the paper, which was sitting on the desk. He had to examine it to assure himself it wasn't my letter to the editor that had incorporated itself into the wrong column. I'm sad to say that this was his last day. He refuses to go to the Badlands in the North, and that is where the work is. That is a big loss to Spook. The good news though, is that the plant is the sweetest smelling plant ever. You wouldn't know there had been a poop near the place.

The children and I played pictionary and drama games tonight. They seem to get quite a lot of drama and performance at school and both enjoy it.

grateful for:

the empowerment I feel from my big pile of dry wood.