I bet Gordon Brown is wondering if someone up there has it in for him: four days in - floods and war...he only needs pestilence and famine to complete the hand!
Had a good weekend despite the weather. Babysitting in Musselburgh on Friday - Ann's three are all very young and are great fun. Took them out for a walk (in between showers) to Luca's. The ice creams were so big the kids couldn't finish them, then home for bath and bed. It was a gentle, slow- paced evening and I enjoyed it. Wee Hollie is a sweetheart: she has captured my heart - big debate about nappy pants -'No granny. Mummy says I don't need them anymore.' 'Are you sure?'
Big solemn green eyes, 'Yes granny.'
I didn't argue the point. Soaking wet bed later. Two years old and she has me round her finger.
Then on Saturday Mike and I went shopping for rugs and curtains - we went to a wee shop in Haddington (Norman Craig) for the curtain fabric . They measure the windows and make the drapes up for a fraction of the price at John Lewis. That's our next DIY challenge: redecorating the main room. Oh joy...big argument in B&Q at the Dulux paint machine: he fancies lime zest, I want celtic forest. In the end we agree to disagree and leave without anything. How we're going to ever get the room done is anybody's guess. It'll be a stand-off till the rug arrives (in September - amazing thing this rug: ordered in Leith, woven in China, shipped to USA to be made to bespoke requirements, then back to Leith to finally be laid on a floor in Granton: think of the carbon footprint involved in that - Andrew Burns will have a lot of cycling & Mike Maginnis a helluva lot of recycling to offset that... I almost feel guilty) when we will be forced to make a decision and get on with painting the walls...in a rush, as we do most things...then we'll nark and moan and be sorry we ever started the damned thing in the first place. I can see it all unfolding before me. But it is 10 years since this room was touched and it can't be left for much longer.
Wednesday is the Garden Party - 4th July: American Independence Day; my parents' wedding anniversary - if my dad still lived it would be their 54th - he died on my 50th birthday and I miss him still. My mother misses him much more. I am going to the Party though the forecast is poor. Nothing different there, though. Every Royal Garden Party I've ever attended it has chucked at some point in the afternoon.
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