I was at a wonderful 21st birthday party for a young lady in our village. I have known her since she was a tot. It always startles me when I see her and others her age from the village. In my mind, they are still chubby cheeked primary school kids and the picture I carry around of them in my head doesn't match up with the elegant young adults I am often confronted with. It was a fun night. It is always nice to have a reason to dust off a party dress. There were so many of our local gal's friends from the University of Edinburgh where she attends that they needed a coach to get them here!
One of the best things about this party was not only did all the university lads wear their kilts, there were some elders from the community at the party as well. I got to have a nice long chat with Geoff, semi-retired farmer in our village and father of the fabulous Tina, a dear friend of mine. During our conversation I said that the potatoes he had given me the last time I popped by to say hello were simply delicious.
The very next day, this arrived at the house.
On Wednesday nights I go into Dumfries. The dive club meets at DG1, the fancy new swimming pool for training. I have started the custom of bringing in a cake when it is somebodies birthday. Alex, the club's equipment officer and all around good egg is having a birthday on Sunday. Alex is a great guy and would do anything for his pals at the dive club, but it is widely known that he is a little accident prone. So it was no surprise when making his cake, I dropped it on my newly cleaned kitchen floor!
I also wanted to show you one of the things that is currently in bloom here at the house:
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