Good morning to all my good friends. It's a greyish day in bonnie Kintyre. The sea is skittish...a bit like Rory when he decides to go into what my Nana would call, "a flat spin!"
Yesterday's meet with Bags was a real treat. Thank you for all your kind comments.
Last evening, the builder on whom we had pinned our final hopes re the new hoos, spent a long time with Mr soop. They discussed all the expenses that would need to be met [plus a few that may lurk in the wings]. When Mr soop came into the room to tell me that, even if our present home sold for the top asking price, the venture to move to the orchard plot is not viable, I saw tears in his eyes. He has worked tirelessly on this project. His sense of disappointment has hit me hard. I accept that all costings connected with house building have rocketed. They are not going to come down. We'll now explore other possibilities. I feel strong and resolute enough to cope with whatever happens from hereon. Thank you for listening. I shall have a large cup of coffee and an imaginary date slice. 