Fiona's Quiet Life

I am savour­ing the silence of my house before all hell breaks loose, mid term hol­i­day approaches and the 14 yr old is com­ing to stay fol­lowed rap­idly by his small cousins.

since the trip to centre Parks there have been a lot of changes.

firstly i had a dose of the com­mon cold which knocked me for six for ages.…fine now though.
the house was won­der­fully quiet as him upstairs set off for Aus­tralia and new Zea­l­and on the first of Janu­ary for three weeks. he went to keep basil’s cousin Ros com­pany on the long jour­ney as she was a bit trepidatious.….….….….ooh long word alert.….….….about the whole thing but wanted to visit her daugh­ter who lives there.
he seems to have enjoyed the trip but was burst­ing to get back to see his …can’t think of a suit­able word .….….….but i have heard…at length.…many nice things about her, and he is going about like a puppy with two tails.…his lady i suppose.

that was january.…the snow even­tu­ally went, the roads are in bits with big holes.

mean­while Nic­ola, hav­ing been made redund­ant, took the oppor­tun­ity to move back to Glas­gow , it being as easy for Chris to com­mute to Cov­entry from here as for Chip­pen­ham, so a house hunt is in pro­gress, they are liv­ing with her father.….…poor man is not used to chil­dren, i feel sorry for him but find it hugely funny as well.….….…..he likes to be tidy and quiet.…i think it will do him good espe­cially if they fat­ten him up a bit.

and the quiet­ness will be inter­rup­ted again because him upstairs, impressed with the qual­ity of my exten­sion has asked the builder to put in a couple of rooms in the attic.….….…i am excited to see the plans, it would make a won­der­ful artists studio.

Oh yes ‘the caution’.….….….…i got my rights read to me by a very nice , very large police­man some­where north of loch lomond last week.….….……and sur­pris­ingly for me it was not for speed but for my illeg­ally spaced num­ber plate.….….….i have to admit to know­ing it was a bit wrongly spaced.……if you squint at it, it looks like my name.….……it is now legal. you have the right to remain silent he said…the whole thing , just like on telly.

but it did not spoil the won­der­full three days i spent with Amanda and Donna , pho­to­graphy enthusiasts.….….…Amanda Hemphill pho­to­graphy , is her page on face book ‚she will have her own web site soon, she is good.….….……i was just hav­ing fun but she was ded­ic­ated and it was great to watch.……anyway we stayed at the Drovers by Ardlui.…a 300 yr old pub.….basic but clean accom­mod­a­tion and won­der­ful food.….….….….we did a lot if gig­gling and drink­ing a mix­ture of Dram­buie and Glayva, play­ing daft card games called things like fish.

i have been play­ing with shut­ter speeds.…..a lot of people like water to look milky in photographs,i like it to look like water

here are two pic­tures of the falls at Falloch.….….….the those deer were soaked with the rain as were we.….….……i have never been so wet through in my life as in thse three

days but we didnt feel it we were hav­ing such fun.

and lastly.….……on Monday this week it was 4 years since him­self died.….….……i vis­ited the cemetery by moon­light, almost wished i had taken a cam­era, a sliver if new moon and Jupiter…i think…directly below ‚ i left him some stones from my trip to Glen Coe.

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