Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
No Time To Rest
by admin - 22:39 on 15 August 2011
Declining the opportunity to work today at GNoME HQ may have been a mistake – I've expended three times as much effort taking care of my own business.
An early start for a rare visit to Chanonry Point (dolphins seen but no snaps worth keeping) was followed by a trip to RM Motors as I'd absent-mindedly allowed Mr Ford's MOT to lapse last week. He passed, but has several areas that require attention.
Early afternoon found me at the nerve centre of Mr Gardener's horticultural empire to discuss the wonderful website I'm to create for him in return for a selection of plants for the soon-to-be-transformed garden at The Rural Retreat. Such barter is commonplace in the Highlands.
The complimentary cabbage he presented me was not so usual.
My plans for a nice sit-down when I returned home were scuppered by an anxious text from James who'd been informed that Storehouse had sold its last copy of The Bumper Book of Black Isle Snappery and was eager for more. They accepted twenty with gratitude.
Back at the Retreat, I at last found time to eat and watch the second episode of Downton Abbey (being shown for the first time in Scotland) then made a start on Mr Gardener's site. I'll post a link when it's finished. By the time I'd had enough it was 9pm. Where did the day go?
One downside of my busy day was that I missed the postman's attempted delivery of my birthday gift from Matchgirl, which will now languish inside the part-time post office at Culbokie until Thursday or Friday when one of us is able to collect it. Most frustrating.
Matchgirl's still not quite forgiven me for accidentally belittling her preparations for the Loch Ness 10k. I described them as three runs a week for the next six weeks; in fact it's five runs a week for the next eight weeks. She was quite insistent that I make that plain.
Much more forgiving was Bess, clearly eager for a walk in today's sun but frustrated by my non-stop schedule. She even forgave me forgetting to put her special red blanket on the bed – her cry of anguish when she discovered it missing would have melted the most ardent cat-hater's heart.
Little successful snappery happened today, so the flashgun shot last night of Mrs Speedy the Mountaineer is the best I can offer – not a great snap but splendid novelty value.
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