The holidays are going well, with lot's of variety. Late nights, long lies, home cooking, skiing, hanging out with friends and cousins, and tomorrow we will take the West Highland Line to Glasgow and then on to Dunblane to catch up with some more cousins. We could take the car, which would be a 2 hour journey, but I thought the train would be more of an adventure, even though it will take us about 5.5hrs. 4hrs to Glasgow and then possibly an hour to catch train and travel to destination. This should still be easier than taking the train to Liverpool with Meg when she was 4 and making her debut on the Liverpudlian Soap "Brookside". It took 4 trains and 9hrs, there was still smoking carriages in those days and all our toilet trips involved making our way through them. I finally got some peace and quiet to read my book while Meg hid under the table and drew on her face with my eye-liner. A small price to pay. I am expecting intelligent conversation, and much exclamations over the amazing landscape this time.
Finn has progressed to 'making' tomato soup for his dinner when he has to fend for himself, since the disaster with the noodles when he followed all the instructions except the one about putting the water in.
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