Days lazing in the sunshine - well nearly

With the sun shining, still coughing, and the Master's Golf on the TV, it was a case of voluntary confinement to barracks for me these past two days.

In the interim I have managed to do a good bit of tidying up in the garden , had the odd snooze in the sun, and been generally a bit lazy. We cannot complain about the weather, it has been fabulous - 3

For the first time ever I actually sat through a whole days play at the Master's golf from Augusta.
I managed this without causing a riot by watching on the computer until Mrs B went to bed. A facinating four days of golf, just a pity that Lee Westwood was not able to hang onto his lead, but we cannot fault Phil Mickelson for his skill and perseverance - well done.

Today I attended Grace Charlton's funeral at Mortonhall Crematorium, it was a very moving service conducted by a young lady Chaplain from The Marie Curie Hospice. She had sat and talked with Grace in her final few days and the service was just as Grace had wished it to be, her choice of hymns, the Eulogy, and a prayer by her young Nephew. The Chaplain even referrred to grace as "Fagash Lil" a nickname she acquired due to a nicotine streak through her hair. There was a big turn out of friends, and many former Police Officers, talk about bringing back old memories, just a pity that I was not able to to go back to the hotel afterwards. Hopefully Ian will have enough support to help him get through this very difficult period. I can remember when Ian and Grace got married, but had forgotten that Jim Turner was his Best Man.
I know that Brian Paton may well read this blog, so apologies Brian for not having the time to play catch up - just take care on that motor cycle.