It's not quite the colour I had in mind when I went into town today with my girl, but it's better than none. These youngsters decend in hoards at this time of year, each carrying their identifying backpack. They speak so quickly it is often difficult to identify if its Spanish or Italian, but the colours give it away here. They love our Scottish shops and the tat they sell.

We were looking for a special 18th birthday present, but we only succeeded in getting rained on twice. I am getting just a little fed up of this.

My man and I attacked the allotment yesterday - after a fortnight of rain the weeds were ridiculous. He rarely comes to the allotment and although an hour and a half was his limit he said he did rather enjoy it.

I have also spent the weekend organising the troops and preparing for next weekend, when hopefully we will get that much deserved sun.