A hectic 18 hours

What a diference it makes getting out and about - lots of wee adventures and thngs to see.

Took myself off to town on the bus Friday p.m., and made it up to The Standing Order, looking for Archie. He was in a meeting so while I waited I partook of the "vino tinto" and blethered to some of the former beer club members, and staff. Eventually the big boy himself appeared, brandishing his latest gift from the Fife Police safety camera iniative - so that will bea token fine and some points to adorne his licence. Transpired he had been taking Tracy to the Hospital where they received confirmation that the next set of tiny wee feet will be arriving around 080808. ( bit spooky) Well done and keep healthy.

Headed along to Frasers Store to exchange a x-mas present where I scored by changing it to something for me, and again had a wee chat to the girls who had been missing Ann's regular visits, looking for bargains and skooshes of Chanel. They have said they will try and read this blog.

Along to the Mercat to hand in the music for the Burns supper, a walk around the block in the rain to get the air, and back into the bar for another wee wine, before the reception. The whole place was busy. It was good, nice crowd of twenty five for the meal downstairs. Hannah was there, wearing her pink wellies, but she did change into proper shoes , Lillian and kenny, Chris , Ailsa, Elizabeth, Tam and Catherine., Mark and Jeremy along with our antipodean companions, and Keira, the piper and friends from the comedy club. It was a good night, the meal was excellent, well presented.

The x - factor winner, Leon Jackson was in the bar upstairs along with three or four friends, sitiing quietly talking. A very pleasant and polite young man, I hope he has another good record to follow up on his recent chart hit.

I eventually left about 12 mn with Jeremy and walked along Princes Street to the Balmoral where I caught a night bus home. There was a young couple , say about16/17 years sitting beside me and they were slugging away from a bottle of Absinth ( 68% proof).

Home , to bed, not feeling so well and ended up sleeping, sitting up (wraped in the now famous douvet) in the conservatory, as the heat and scent from the flowers was affecting my chest and breathing.

Popped down the stret this morning, about 11.30 a.m., saw three young guys, drunk, with glasses of spirit in their hands, refused service at Sommerfields, but were able to get another bottle at Victoria Wines. And they say publicans are irresponsible.

Graham got a lovely letter from Yvonne in Shetland who worked the Summer camps in the USA with him about ten years ago - it's nice to keep in touch.

Anyway, Mrs. B. much brighter today, thank goodness, I was gettig a bit worried after the last three days of her being under the weather .