Bijou drinkette

Gabbahey asked if she could borrow "bijou drinkette" when I used it yesterday.

I have to say that I owe it to my pal Richard, who is as camp as a row of tents, and I love him to bits. Every time we talk on the phone, his parting words are "Keep it moist, petal!" How could you fail to love a man like that? He fills my day with joy when I speak to him. I am not as good a friend to him, in that I do not keep in touch as much as I should. I hope that he forgives.

I spent the day over East - helping a formal pupil out with some Gaelic singing for her sister's wedding. She was visiting her mum, the lovely Nan, in the Cradlehall area of Inverness. All of a sudden I know where Alan James gets his name for his Blipjournal.....

Then, a lovely clarsach lesson with Alison Kinnaird in Strathpeffer.

Home, unpack shopping, pour a sherry and sit in the sun. I noticed how lovely the light on the sea was through the arse of the glass....... thus, this blip.

Congratulations to my lovely brother Jim on his 365th!