I’ve spent the week building up to our Scottish holiday, which starts later today – at least, we’re leaving Norwich later today, eventually arriving at Inverey, where we’re renting a house, on Saturday. Today proved more hectic than I anticipated. While Dot went by train to Ipswich with Sue to attend a P4C meeting, I expected to be taking it easy, but it didn’t turn out like that. All the packing was done, but I had to go up to the tip, then to the garage to fill up with petrol. I had an eye test in the city (happily, I still have two reasonably good ones) and ordered some new glasses, then bought a couple of other things it occurred to me might be useful. Out of the blue, someone ordered two of my poetry books (no complaints there), and I had to put them in an envelope (trickier than it sounds) and take them up to the post office. Happily, our Barclaycard bill also came today, and I was able to pay it and rest easy for the next fortnight.

The weather is quite sticky, but no rain today: earlier in the week there had been occasional showers. I have been getting stick for saying the weather hasn’t been too good, and of course the stick-wielder is right. It has been pleasantly warm for a while, and only occasional rain. I’m feeling considerably better, though still not as fit as I’d like. I’m hoping Scotland will give me a boost. Well, it’s possible. Encouraged by our Tuesday group meeting this week: lots of love floating around.