Normally we lose, but victory was ours this week… After much huffing and puffing, the MacGregors finally managed to beat the MacLarens in a show of strength.
A lurgy strikes at the start of the week. It starts with a two-day headache and a feeling that things are not quite tip-top. A normally robust soul, I ignore the discomfort and try to muddle through.
This week brings a surprise offer to fish a friend’s rain-lashed river whilst he heads off to holiday in sunny Portugal. It is a kind thought. Yet, with the sea trout running, who in their right mind would choose the Algarve over the Annan?
Hurrah, we are home, albeit still feeling woozy after all that time in the air. Three planes, six plastic in-flight meals, four quarter bottles of wine and at least a gallon and a half of water to balance it all out…
It is during a routine window clean that a forky-tail is discovered in the house. This is a new word to me and I add it to my vocabulary while the creature is sent on its way to the garden before the MacNaughties can catch and eat it.
It is official. A winter down under is warmer than a summer up above. Greetings from sunny Australia where the chief and I are here for matters ‘clannish’.