A little later . . .

Luca's official Sport's Day had been cancelled because of our very wet weather recently, but when the sun had appeared on Tuesday, the school had taken advantage of it and rushed outdoors to have an impromptu Sport's Day : )
I don't think P.I. really comprehended what was going on but Luca has a winner's medal.
After interrogation, I know everybody in the class got one except Tyler who had his withheld for laughing when another child fell over in the middle of a race.
Poor Tyler.








Luca obviously didn't laugh and nor was he first in any race, he said.
The medal?
With a sigh because it's so plain, Granny, it doesn't need explanation. . .
I was in the middle, three times.




Do you understand?
I'm none the wiser.

D'you remember me telling you about Tyler's wobbly tooth, last week?
Well, the inevitable happened. The tooth came out while he was brushing his teeth at bedtime!

Gary hadn't been privy to the tooth fairy story and was unaware of the wobbly tooth so when in the middle of brushing his teeth, Tyler began to spit out blood, you can imagine Gary's immediate thoughts, can't you.

However, on closer inspection he saw the tooth in amongst the the bloody froth and scooped it into a bit of tissue.

"So you wrapped it up and put it somewhere safe for him to take home?"

"No," said Gary. "We put it under his pillow and after he was asleep I crept in and replaced it with a £2.00 coin."

"Crikey Gary! Two pounds for a tooth. That's an expensive precedent you've set!"

To which he replied. . . "It was that or a twenty pound note!"
Point taken.

Wednesday evening 27th June

Monday evening was gorgeous. The sun was slanting down our road while I potted up the last of my plants for the front of the house.
Trish from next door appeared out about nine-ish and we sat on the wall and had a good old chinwag.
The midges eventually appeared and that was the end of that but it was good while it lasted : )
Yesterday followed Monday evening's example and as Luca and I walked up the lane that connects the school to the car park at the wee local shops where I'd left the car, he told me it was too hot!
Says it all. Doesn't it. It must have been all of 20 degrees : )
But that's it gone for another wee while.
The rain started yesterday evening and we got up this morning to yet more mist and rain ; (
Ian is through in the back room watching TV just now and I'm in the kitchen with the rhythmic churn of the dishwasher in the background keeping me company.
While I'm on the subject of the kitchen, Johanne and I took a trip along to Drumoak kitchens to see their kitchen tables, this morning.
Disappointment.
They don't carry any in stock!
Lots of kitchen displays if you're looking to install a new kitchen, which was very scary.
"Oh I hope I don't see one that I like better than the one I have!", is the worry, isn't it.
But lovely as they were, it's ok. Ours is just as pretty.
Phew!
So to get back to the story. . . The man I spoke to asked me what I was looking for and said he could make one for me.
He'll draw a plan and then give me a quote.
"Would you want drawers?" he asked.
Oh joy of joys!
Exactly what I wanted but couldn't find!
Now we need to wait and see. I've given him my email address. . . nothing yet - it's been seven and a half hours! : )




This is the lino I've chosen for the kitchen. Mock slate.
Not an easy decision. We tripped over sample books laid in strategic places on the kitchen floor, all week-end.




And this is one of the sky photos I took the other day when I began to notice some little chinks in the clouds : )
A glimpse of Heaven.

Wednesday 20th June

7.10am - Looking out of the window at sunshine on the trees wondering if this is just another glimpse of sunshine or the promise of a summer's day. There have been few enough of them this year so far.

So much rain!

Ian came home early last night from his 'Midsummer's Golf Outing' not only soaked yet again but with a tale of thunder and lightning! Not a happy situation to be in when you are sheltering under a tree with a bag full of metal golf clubs, oh no!

On a cheerier note, Carole has been keeping us up to date with her experiences at Bootcamp on Face Book and Gary has taken the afternoons off with a half nine start in the morning to cover the school run for Luca.

I bumped into Gary - not literally, on the dual carriageway heading for Inverurie, yesterday. We were both heading for the school to pick up Luca!

"I was driving alongside you for ages before you noticed me," Gary said when we were seated in the supermarket cafe with Luca and his wee buddy Tyler.

I had noticed there was a car there but in the minutes before I looked, I thought, "There's a car overtaking me."
Nothing unusual there. Happens to me all the time.
Then I'd thought, "Jings. This guy is trying to overtake me and his car engine doesn't have the power to do it."
Then I thought, "Why doesn't he just slow down a wee bit and tuck himself in behind me?"
Then it dawned on me. Gary's car is silver, the car to my left that's keeping pace with me is silver. No it couldn't be, on the other hand maybe it is. . . him!
And it was!
I turned my head and there he was waving away like mad : )

Tyler, Luca's little buddy was a last minute addition to our merry band. Problems at home had been solved by Gary's offer to take him home from school and keep him overnight.

He's a lovely wee guy!
"I've got a wobbly tooth," he told me with some pride. Luca's are still holding fast.
"Oh, let me see," I'd responded enthusiastically. You have to, don't you. It's a big thing after all.
So we got onto talking about the tooth fairy and then the pair of them started sharing the story of the film, it being apparent that nether realised that it was fiction!
". . . and then the boy grew wings!"
I haven't seen the film but I think the boy must have caused the fairy to have an accident and was obliged to take her place till she was better - at least that's what I think the wee ones were telling me. It's not easy translating 5 year old speak into intelligible story lines.
Anyway, Tyler looked at me across the tea table and said, "You look like the tooth fairy!"
Has anyone out here seen this film?
I'm betting the tooth fairy is a wee old woman with curly hair.



To finish off, here's the photo I took at Potty's on Sunday where Gary treated us to our dinner for Father's Day.
A totally male environment. Would you be surprised to hear that the conversation strayed several times onto the subject of football!

Ian, Luca and I ate dessert. Ice cream, sadly not chocolate for Luca, Eton Mess for Ian and I can't remember what mine was called but it was a long narrow plate with three little dishes on it. The middle one was vanilla ice cream, to the left was a shot glass filled with Amaretto and the the right, a shot of expresso. Lovely!

Don't feel too sad for Luca. The restaurant had run out of chocolate ice cream and yes, that was tragic, but Grandad had been given a box of Thornton's Chocolates by Gary for Father's Day and Luca got first picks when we got home.

Ian said I can eat as many of them as I like and I don't need to ask! : )
That's love isn't it!