We're off to Scotland next week to see my remaining family in paisley and Perth.. To say hello to my Mum's grave (she's multi-parked with my auntie and uncle) and then up to Inverness ("Scotland’s newest city") to start a 2-day trip round Loch ness and surrounds.
When I booked the hotel, the woman who took the booking said it was spooky because her mum's maiden name was Kelly, which happened when we booked the campsite in coverack Cornwall) first time round (and they had a family farm named Marsden farm - the village we live in). I have decided to be uber-piscean now and only book holidays where people have a direct-but-tenuous connection to our family.
Did drama group tonight on new play project (the Wedding) and for the record, Gilly is a great writer and so am I ;-)
Nur nur nee nur nur or something.
Finally, had a slightly shouty session earlier with Joe, which I subsequently apologised for. We’re the worst 2 for planning things in our hectic (but average) family schedule. He never explains thing and I never listen, and then I never explain things (or assume it is known by everyone) and he never takes it in. ugh. Strangely, whilst Lian and I clash the most, we always know what we are doing when, as we write list upon list (and she has even adopted her old dad's write_a_line_and_draw_a tick_box_at_the_end_ to_be_ticked_when_completed. Sad but true and it brings a tear of pride to my eye. :-)
