Well, here I be.
I sang happy birthday to my friend in the care home. She had been treated to a manicure and was in good spirits. I discovered a book containing many beautiful and evocative black and white photos of Machrihanish (in which she lived) together with images of old Campbeltown when it was a thriving fishing port. Most children in the photos were without shoes and appeared to be in need of a good meal. At one time the train track ran along what is now the road on which the care home has been built. Fascinating stuff.
I've a sore throat as a result of the blethering and laughter that we shared with visiting family yesterday. It is at such times that I would like a slightly larger home. Never mind, we all get along very well and best of all, we were able to meet our great nephew for the very first time. He is twelve, and as bright as a button. Such good manners...a delightful member of the clan and a credit to his parents. Charleygirl Rory stayed well away form the visitors. However, when our great nephew sat on the floor not too far away from him, Rory sauntered towards him, and licked his finger. He must have sensed that the young man was a cat lover.
loopyloou Your grandson is obviously the apple of your eye. Today's technology is amazing. The young members of our family are "savvy" whereas MacS and I are so-last-century. 
Bella I am hopeful that your house sale proceeds without a hitch. You deserve to have something go right for a change. Have you seen somewhere that you would be happy to buy?
I am about to take my seat for a very important rugby match. Come on, SCOTLAND!
🦞 The Lockdown Gang still chatting 🦞



until tomorrow. x




