Saturday night and I have lost a day - so catch up time.
Had a long day Friday, on my feet all day and very busy with a big stag team over from Dublin, kept us all amused, and busy in the Mercat Bar.
On the way home did our "shop" for the bar at Bookers cash and carry. As I have said before, Michael and his team are very good and we always have a chat. We were talking to one of the girls, Carrie Innes, who is currently having a real ding dong with the City Council, trying to get specail funding for her two year old daughter ellie, who suffers from an extremely rare disease called microcephaly hemiplegia, which cases paralysis down one side of her body. She laso has a very rare genetic condition which the doctors cannot identify. Wee Ellie was getting specialist treatment at the Scottish Centre for Children with Motor Impairments, Cumbernauld, but the funding has been stopped as the centre is outwith Ellie's home area. Good luck.
Home, changed, picked up my former colleague and friend, Phil Cronin and dropped him at Lasswade Rugby Club for Ben Kelly's retiral doo while I headed off a meeting of Dundas Lodge in Council at Newbattle as part of the annual provincial deputation. BUT having promised to be Ben's doo I had to make my apologies and leave early to get there for his official presentation.
Made it in time to hear Superintendant Jackie Conway, from E Division, Lothain and Borders Police, give an superb brief on the career of one Bernard Kelly, who had a career in the Police lasting just over thiry years as a police cadet and then police officer. She had done her homework well, and her insight into Ben's career was very interesting. Ben had worked with me for five years prior in the Community Services Department prior to my retirement and was brillant to work with. Latterly he was a Community Police Officer in Bonnyrigg where he was born and brought up, and had worked for most of his service - he will be missed within the community.
There were several of the "older" troops presen, Ian Nimmo, Ian Ross, Des Young, too many too name - but managed a photo with Des, Ben and Phil.
Made it home before I turned into a pumkin, or burst after all the orange and lemonade I had drunk.
Up kind of wabbit, headed into town , got the Orange coated street helpers to unload the car, and then managed to get open in time to greet four young German ladies over for the weekend from Frankfurt, followed closely by a female vegan from Milan !! Me - I could not live without my eggs. Our boyoos from Dublin were not far behind, once more checking out the Heiniken and Magners.
Mad rush to get away heading for No 10 Dalkeith for the Installation of Simon Peter Fairly into the Chair as Preceptor of the Knights Templars, Preceptory of King David of Ballentraddoch, and made it with about two minutes to spare holding up the formal entrance of the "high heid yins". The installation went well, conducted by James McQueen, BEM, RN Retired, and his team , so Simon was well installed. This was followed by a very nice buffet " pilgrim's fayre", speeches, etc during which time, Bert Waite (Taffy) was seen to open his wallet causing moths to escape and Kenneth Baxter (two soups) Campbell to nearly fall off his seat.
Home to find Mrs. B. just in the door having been to the hairdressers, a lunch session with Jo Jo and "Miss Talk a Lot", in George Street - bargain hunting and then back on the big bus.
Now watching the "Britain's got Talent" show on TV, Some folk have either no shame, are balmy or have been so wound up by their friends that they honestly belief they have talent.
Nice messsage online from upside down Robbie's dad, Phil in Canberra. land of OZ, which was coincidental having had a visit from Harry Hepburn, Canberra, on Wednesday.
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