Well my daughter is back. What tales she has to tell. Has certainly enjoyed her trip and has taken oceans of pictures and everyone a good one! Busy making a scrapbook of her trip looking good.
Been to the Tattoo with the Guide Unit I help at, which was really good, spoiled by an inconsiderate woman sitting in front of us. She had one of our quieter girls sitting behind her who accidentally knocked her chair and she gave her a row and soon afterwards said wish someone could control these girls. So to avoid any problems I swapped with her so she spent the rest of the time with my knees digging in to her back! Rough justice. I may be biased but our girls did us proud and behaved themselves really well.
Next night I was at a ceilidh which was great fun forgotten a few muscles I had not used for a while. The ceilidh dance class starts soon which is good. Talking of classes my swimming lessons started this Sunday so no wonder I was tired come Sunday evening. I will be fit some how or other.
Did I mention it is only 9 weeks and 3 days to New Zealand. I now have another mission to find a particular scarf for the friends that visited us earlier this year. A trip to the Royal Mile is on the cards. Off to collapse in bed!
