13 July. Innes sleeping and showing the characteristics of a small boy this particular Scottish summer: rosy cheeks despite the factor fifty; shorts and scraped knees; sandals.
9 July. Rawden Pettitt gave a presentation on the refined work of Stanton Williams.
6 July. Innes with a big bruise from climbing out of his cot and landing on his head. By the end of the next day he could say ‘Andy Murray’ and he didn’t have a cot any more.
Isla chatting to the ladies whilst the Smith sisters, Michael and Sandy chat down the other end of the table. Fraser and Innes are next to me. They are wearing pizza chef hats too.
A sunny afternoon in my parent’s garden with all my sisters, all their lovely kids, and their various appendages, as my mum would have it.
Fraser & Grumpy watching Toy Story, above, and the next day at Eildon Terrace for Calum’s 17th Birthday.
It’s not just the memory of what you were up to at 17 that’s frightening, it’s the memory of what you’d been up to for a few years already.
My neighbours, at the Fettes Rise AGM. There are challenges to living in 60’s designed housing and we discuss them every year. But mostly, it’s unbeatable.
So the question is: ‘Is an uplifting view more important than having somewhere to put the washing?’. Used to be, but there was less washing then. Also some memories of Bank Holiday weekends in London.
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