IAN felt more than slightly outnumbered this weekend as Julie from Oxford, and Christine, Marsaili and Iseabail from Edinburgh joined us for the first real days of spring. The sun shone, the wind didn’t blow, and Iseabail claimed she got sunburnt on the patio. Not a complaint we hear regularly in these parts.
Harry the dog came with the Scottish contingent and should have restored the testosterone balance slightly: however, our own Harry’s unhealthy and dogged (literally) persistence in trying to form an alliance with him made us wonder if at least one of them might not be the real thing. Maud was just relieved that neither showed the slightest interest in her.
Next weekend even more girls as Sally, Helen and Alina arrive for Easter. Tomorrow (Monday) I’m off to Beth’s to help her sort out the new kitchen in her flat. More room, less space, is what she says she’s left with after the refurbishment. I may have to throw something out – not an entirely alien concept to me – but not before she arrives to supervise. “It may look like rubbish to you but it might be vital to me” is her mantra.