Thank you for all your lovely posts about my friend. She certainly had closer friends than me but we had known each other for 15+ years and you know how someone becomes a part of your landscape? That’s how we were. ❤️
It’s been a busy couple of days, with ds2 arriving yesterday to visit his sister and the new baby. Apparently, the baby’s arrival has set up a clamour from his own 7yo as to how they could acquire a baby of their own! ? The 4yo has been noticeably silent on the matter. 
I seem to have spent much of this week entangled with the machinations of getting a new house phone. We need one because our mobile signal is so poor. I sent for one (well, a set of three) from that company names after a river. When it and a book I’d ordered arrived covered in a sticky brown liquid (no, I didn’t taste it!) they both had to be returned. That was quite a convoluted affair because our rural situation means only one option for returning it was available and that only on a Thursday between 4-7pm.
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Anyway, the items were re-ordered and the book was fine, but the one of the three handsets didn’t work so the whole lot is having to be returned again. Sigh. I wasn’t prepared to wait any longer so I found the item at an Argos in Aberdeen and went to pick it up this afternoon (40 mile round trip). When I got there, they couldn’t find it…argh!…but a search using my name rather than the order number eventually located it. So, the new phones are now on charge.
I’ve repackaged the faulty ones but because they’re now running out of charge, they keep beeping and we’ve had to resort to burying them in a room we don’t much use! It’s going to be a long week until next Thursday! 
One perk of my afternoon trip was a visit to a Dobbie’s garden centre for a fortifying cup of coffee and a cake. A new discovery for me - sticky toffee pudding cheese cake! I’ve ordered a hundredweight to be sent to Soops kitchen! 
Maw your doggies are so lovely. ?
I’m so sorry about Ollie the kitten, Susan. It’s heartbreaking.
kittyLester that’s very cheeky about the stair gate!
I hadn’t realised MrSoop had history with his name! I think Mr Soop is easier for me to type. 
Speaking of history, I enjoyed reading about your family histories here. The magical thing is that unless you’re siblings, no two histories are the same! I’ve traced my dad’s side back to 1688. Well, I say I.
Actually, someone else did the hard graft and generously shared it with me. No royalty, though, mostly blacksmiths and bakers and labourers. Though I guess a baker means cake, doesn’t it…..
Goodnight all, sweet dreams. X