The best laid plans.

So much for , "I will get into the garden as it is going to me nice". Bit of a laugh looking at the Penicuik weather forecast which bears no resemblance to looking out the window. HOWEVER - at least we do not have Hurrican Dean on our doorstep dropping tons of water and causing havoc. Being flippant, just think of all those towels blowing about in Mexico, placed there by Germans booking sunbeds.

Anyway, Graham got up, growled as usual - had an intimate conversation with Bluey (budgie) who is seriously in love with him, then eventually conned me into taking him into The Mercat do do some work.

I headed out to Bonnyrigg to see my friend Grant at Photogenix, the whiz kid with photographs and all things techno. Bad move - had a look at his new motorbike in the street, walked into the shop and said "hello" or something like that and received an earfull !! I had given him a fright and he pressed the wrong button his computer and accidentally lost a job which he had spent four hours working on. Never mind, having done it once he should be able to do it quicker next time after all that practice.
He rattled off the pictures I had taken yesterday of the group from Irvine so they are away in the post.

He had a bereavment this morning - one of his tropical fish, bred from a tiddler to a two pounder was found dead in the tank, but he is not sure what kind of sauce to use with it this evening. Perhaps he should send it up to Bob Malcolm who plans to BBQ sardines in the rain at Carlops tonight (so he said on the radio this morning).

I also met an old colleague, former Police Sergeant William Carmichael, now eighty one years young and retired for over thirty years. When I worked with him in Bonnyrigg in the late '70's he was the real old school Policeman, a proper gent, a hard but fair boss. We had a wee blether and he although he has not been too well he is getting out and about, improving every day. I remember the boys saying that they had been with him at a retiral doo or social and he insisted on drinking half a pint of cola with his vodka, insisting that he would not get drunk as the alcohol was diluted - he drank the same number of rounds as everyone else !!

Listening to young Arlene Stuart doing her Festival show, looking forward to hearing "Mr Bouquet" this afternoon, but some good tunes in the hall of fame.

Anyway , better do some work before Ann comes back and catches me skiving.