As you all know spug was down this weekend. I'd told slinks but told her to keep it quiet cos id asked her if she was going cos for a change i was going and spug was coming down for it as well. All the way from scotland for it. Anyway he landed at 9.30pm on Friday night - he came straight from work - and there and then vowed never to do that again or to come down at teatime again. He normally comes down on the virgin trains but there was no seats left the only seat he could get was on the transpennine one from edinburgh and it cost him £55 return - he normally comes down for roundabout £25 - £40. I rang him to see where he was and he said in the taxi - about a minute away from your house. So stuck the kettle on and went out to meet him....

shillelagh

Way back at the beginning of the year.....early February, I posted a blog where I said that life didn't guarantee happy endings.
I told you all about a very posh wedding we attended in Oz, some four years ago.
The blog ended by me telling you that this lovely couple had split up, decided to go their separate way and put their house on the market......and how sad I was, that something that started out so full of hope and optimism had ended in failure.
I was very sad for the couple in question, because they seemed like the perfect match....a golden couple even....and their marriage had been blessed by the arrival of a daughter....the fact that there was a baby involved saddened me even more......you see I am one of those old...

Margaret Pilkington