Sunday, 26th July.
Up early as Bobby and Arthur’s pal Walter coming to put plug in shed so that the buggy can be charged up. Bobby came up to look at it. Unfortunately he didn’t get the job he was after, but he has some other prospects lined up.
Pretty cold this morning, so put conservatory heater on and read the Sunday papers.A bit warmer now.
Saturday. 25th July.
Arthur along for a blether.Stuart and Lisa moved out of Stephen’s house to her granny's house, so they’re getting the house ready for a new tenant.
Helen and Al came with soup for me. They're off to Blairgowrie for weekend. She wrote out recipe for pasta sauce, so went up to shops to get ingredients but couldn't get courgette .Really enjoying my buggy. Went to see Jean later and she gave me courgette, also some pea pods from the garden.Margo phoned. She says Jonathan still playing the mouth organ. Keir is trying to play too. Managed to get jacket to match her dress for the wedding,
Friday,24th July.
John’s birthday today. Still missing him so much, but remembering the happy times we always had on his birthday, especially the last one, when we had such fun in the garden with all the family. He would have enjoyed supervising Bobby and Gavin erecting the shed.
They arrived early and Kay and the bairns came too of course. They enjoyed helping with fetching and carrying.Their main job was to organise all the packaging and put it in the bin. They especially enjoyed breaking up the polystyrene by jumping on it! Dick came to take me for my shopping and hairdressing and they loved that as he always makes such a fuss of them. While I was away Kay made sandwiches etc. They’re off to Scone palace tomorrow for another week’s camping. Hope the weather holds for them. Shed looks really good.
Thursday, 23rd July.
Bobby away for his interview at York. Keep thinking about him. Shed arrived from Tesco. Was at Port Seton to have eyebrows done, then Helen's for tea. Always enjoy Al's pasta dishes.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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