Sunday 11 November 2007

Oh man...

Oh man! Saturday was manic.

After the usual two hour slot at PEP it was off to hire a kilt with my younger son for the wedding which will take place on Monday 17th November. He is six feet three inches and is not keen on his national dress since he feels his legs are too thin. It took a bit of persuading, I can tell you. In the end he went for a plain black kilt and, in fact, looks good. I think he believes me. Then off to OT to buy trainers (black kilt, trainers and T-shirt: I am saying nothing: compared to the rest it is conventional) then to buy the 14 years old granddaughter a mobile for her birthday. That was a torture trial...

In the evening Brian Fallon celebrated his 60th birthday at the CCLASP charity ball at the Prestonfield House Hotel. Black tie and utterly splendid surroundings as well as great food, drink and company - the event went with a swing. Lots of people I know well there too so plenty gossip, chat and laughter: it was a great night, then away sharpish to collect granddaughter who was at her dad's engagement party (which I couldn't go to because of above) and who was getting bored (so she said) with the adult company. Half one before we got to bed and up again early to go to Church.

Granton Parish is the only local church with a memorial headstone and there was a good turn out for the short memorial service then the two minutes silence and laying of wreaths later inside. Norman Smith, the local minister gave a thoughtful and well researched homily on assuming responsibility and remembering our way of life is bought and won on those who have sacrificed their life in battle.

Then finally, before settling down to watch the Hearts, off to JohnLewis to look for an outfit for this wedding. Mike found it (mega surprise, usually he gets it completely wrong) so now the search is on for a hat...

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