A sad farewell today to the diminutive Ailsa who is leaving The Mercat Bar this week heading back home to live with her grandparents in the Great Glen, in sight of Loch Ness. I have enjoyed working with her, she has a lovely personality and was a hard worker - she will be missed.
Hopefully she will not end up being fed to Nessie, on the other hand the shy old monster might take a shine to her and pop up to see her some night!!
Was supposed to be on a day off today but ended up doing some cover in the Bar while the photographers were in doing some work on a new brochure for The Bar. Best bit was after they had photographed a nice "T" steak, and I fell heir to it, slightly more than a tasty snack, delicious.
Had a run out to Booker's Cash and Carry at Longstone, and had a chat with boss man Michael. Carrie, who I mentioned recently regarding the problems with her sick child was saying that she is getting the use of the Hearts Supporters Club, Tynecastle, for a fund raising night to get enough to keep the wee one at the special school in Cumbernauld for another term while she negotiates with the City of Edinburgh Council. If she has as much success as us she will still be waiting in four years time !!!
Headed home, via Bonnyrigg to see Grant of the aching elbow, all meeting up on Friday at the 60's night . Up to Thornton Farm, Rosewell, to see how the folks from the Riding for the Disabled were doing, hopefully they wills till qualify for some funding we have available at the Lodge and Chapter in Bonnyrigg.
Home and popped down to the Leisure Centre for a swim, and afterwards had a blether to Linda (or Lynda), originally from Zimbabwe, but now living locally. We got talking about ice hockey - in the sauna !!! and she was saying that she does some PR work for the Edinburgh Ice Hocky Team at Murrayfield, organises the kids games and fund raising, etc. It brought back memories of the days when I used to take RGB as a youngster to see all the home games at Murrayfield with the Racers. The big games in those days were against the Fife Flyers, and being the local derby match was always pretty violent - great fun for the spectators, and we did enjoy it. On one occasion I had a young Kenyan lad , David, who was over staying with a neighbour on a work exchange project. He had never seen ice and could not comprehend the concept of hockey on ice, so we took him to Murrayfield, all wrapped up with balaclava, scarf, gloves, etc., his bright teeth and wide eyes being all you could see from his face. He was fascinated with the game but terrified with all the noise when the fighting broke out - that night the Racers were playing / fighting a foreign team and there was blood everywhere - not sure if he enjoyed it, but it gave him something to tell his father, a tribal leader, all about.
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