Hm, the weekly blog's hard as I can't remember what happened beyond yesterday. Well, I do remember that Meg left home 1yr and 7 months ahead of schedule. It was Wednesday, it was dark and she headed off into the night with a bag and torch. She relented and came home in time for bed and I agreed with my nieghbour that I would offer shelter to her teenage daughter, should she ever require it, as she had sheltered mine.
I was really glad she came home, as I've booked a house on the Isle of Skye for mi-February for a few days, so that we can have some lovely family time, and it really wouldn't be the same without her. She had suggested though, that Skye was not of great interest to her. There are no shops where we are going and very likely no internet or mobile phone connection. It will be beaches, mountains and wilderness......sweet as!
Meanwhile, I had an easier time as regards work and Spook did not over strain himself at his work. It seemed to involve a lot of chatting, laughing, coffee drinking, 'meetings', footering about on computers, not to mention his new iphone on which he has downloaded lot's of silly things like how to see through other peoples clothes - apparently this phone will be a vital part of No Fuss's future development.
Nana came up on the train to stay for a few days. Spook left his bike on the turbo-trainer in case she might want to get some training in and she was on it within 10 minutes of arriving. She and I had a very social weekend. We went to a lecture in the village hall by a local mountain guide who is a good friend of mums. He has dangled her off lot's of cliffs over the years and she met a lot of old friends there. The next night she joined him for dinner with climbing friends who write poetry or stories and after dinner everyone read something aloud, including mum. As I was there, I had to tell a story so I told the one about how I ran over a spaniel on my way to meet the local mountain guide, and thought it was his spaniel. It involved a lot of twists and turns and quite a bit of hysteria but the spaniel didn't die in the end, it wasn't his, nor was it the man's, whom I wrote a long letter of apology to, and I got no brownie points amongst the gathered poets and dog owners. However, I did pass muster with the local mountain guide who had insisted I sing for my supper.
Nana came up on the train to stay for a few days. Spook left his bike on the turbo-trainer in case she might want to get some training in and she was on it within 10 minutes of arriving. She and I had a very social weekend. We went to a lecture in the village hall by a local mountain guide who is a good friend of mums. He has dangled her off lot's of cliffs over the years and she met a lot of old friends there. The next night she joined him for dinner with climbing friends who write poetry or stories and after dinner everyone read something aloud, including mum. As I was there, I had to tell a story so I told the one about how I ran over a spaniel on my way to meet the local mountain guide, and thought it was his spaniel. It involved a lot of twists and turns and quite a bit of hysteria but the spaniel didn't die in the end, it wasn't his, nor was it the man's, whom I wrote a long letter of apology to, and I got no brownie points amongst the gathered poets and dog owners. However, I did pass muster with the local mountain guide who had insisted I sing for my supper.
Mum and I had a very pleasant walk in Glen Nevis today and spent ages in the old grave yard.
Meg and her dad had a great day tidying up the shed and putting a wee stove into the hut. He was only allowed a brief lunch and a very short coffee break.
Finn and Grieg have got sore thumbs from the x-box.
I might write a mid-week blog because I'm sure we did more than this.
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