A bright and sunny topof the morning to all my Granspals.
We had a 250 mile round trip yesterday, so that MacSporran could attend the New Victoria Hospital in Glasgow. I drove the first 100 miles as far as Luss, near Loch Lomond. The weather wasn't too bad 'though it did rain for the first part of the journey. The outcome was positive...a good result...nothing nasty lurking in the depths of MacSporran's bladder. Such a relief. His smile, when he joined me, spoke volumes.
bags was, yet again, such a good companion having travelled some distance to keep me company in the coffee shop of the hospital. She gave me another temari [which I shall add as a photo in my album very shortly] and delicious date and lemon flapjacks [which we ate with our supper]...absolutely scrummy. The lemon juice gave them a lovely sharp tang. I'm sure that she'd share the recipe with you lot.
When we arrived home, Rory went into overdrive. He was skittish. He wanted lots of special fuss. Anyone would think that he had missed us MacSporran
(((hugs))) for all my Granspals.