Ah, I missed this. Glad that's settled for now, every little bit of progress feels good. :thumb:

Congrats footie!

My daughter and her husband came to visit one weekend and we were going over to my son's house. He asked how far was it, and my daughter said "About 20 minutes". (There was a standard joke where he came from, everything was about 20 minutes away.) He repeated "About 20 minutes." then looked at me driving, "Except when he's driving, then it's about 15."

Limey drives like a rally driver.
But then the roads on the Isle of Arran are like a rally course.
I don't expect the motorways to present the same challenge.

I did tell her I'd sing to her on the way up, but I'm that emotionally drained right now I might just cry and sleep instead.
And in fact that might be preferable. Can you imagine being in a van with me singing show tunes for five hours?!
Limey can tuck me into the bag that holds my duvet and just get on with being the Stig.
Wake me up when we get to Last of the Summer Wine country. I want to see Dani coming down the hill in a bathtub and falling in the water.

My neighbors down the road were having a fire. The boys (actually men older than me) keep an eye on the older lady (she's 77 but she really can take care of herself, they're just all friends and keep an eye on each other) and she knocked on my door earlier and invited me down to the fire. So we're all sitting by the river with the fire going in the fire pit, making hot dogs, playing with a couple nice dogs, and generally enjoying the evening. It was nice.

:)

Nice!

Sweet

Hanging out by a fire is awesome. I think it's hard wired into our DNA or something.

It's kinda weird. You might have ten people standing around, and you can't have a conversation for everybody talking to everybody.

Get that fire going, and all of a sudden, only a couple of people are talking. Everyone else is staring into the fire.


ETA: Lawn chairs, riverbank, cheap cigar, a nice, fat doobie, a little liquid refreshment...Tonight, perhaps. Alone.

That's how the early folks domesticated dogs and cats, luring them in with fire. It didn't work out well with the giant moths, however.

No great loss--they were so.... flighty.

Foot: congrats! I'm happy for you.

Infinite Monkey: that sounds so nice. Glad you were able to enjoy yourself.

This is sad on my Mum's part, but it made me feel so special.

Text message:
Keep smiling as u look lovely when u do. Dad not coping well. Miss u more than I thought in your calm way of handling him xx

Actually I think it was more my way of handling her, handling him that she misses, but I get that she might not get that. If you get me.

Seeing Dani this arvo.
Enough to make anyone happy.

It's nice that she acknowledged it.