Yay!!! At last! The nice man from the village has sorted the latest computer problem. I've been itching to get into our kitchen and thank you all for your lovely kind messages. Thanks again to bags. I know that when I'm incognito for any reason whatsoever, she'll fill the breach and pass my messages on to you.
We booked a table at a restaurant that we visited and liked some nine years ago. When I mentioned our plans to our pals they gave each other a "knowing look"...which unnerved me a tad. We did the Co-op shop and tootled along, in tiddling rain, to the restaurant. We walked in and around and then we walked out. Why? It had a damp/dank smell about it. The only couple having a drink appeared to be on drugs....the smell of cooking oil and overcooked greens was not pleasant. We then went along to the bistro which bags and I use whenever we get together. In spite of driving rain it was full and the queue was about to spill over into the lane. We then went elsewhere. The final venue was clattery...all hard surfaces. We had fish and chips but no mushy peas [because they don't do them]...still, I couldn't help but think, aren't we so LUCKY. The poor displaced people fleeing to the mountains from a murderous enemy, would certainly think so.
When we returned home a call came from the doctor's surgery. A test result is back and the GP wishes to discuss the results with MacSporran on Monday. After two long months we may now be a little wiser.
Well now, I've a token or two to spend. I'm therefore about to do a little on-line shopping. After which, we shall raise a glass of cheer to each and every one of you. Big, warm birthday hugs from me to you. 