And Beg You to come home

I made the conscious effort for the photo today. 

Himself and I rose at 9.  No shower this morning - himself had done the grouting on the shower yesterday :-(  Top and Tail at the sink! what a pleasure. 

We picked up the lino, did a shop, and then took a trip to Ikea.   We were supposed to be going to BQ but Ikea is more him and me friendly. :-) 

We picked up a couple of bits and people watched in the shop. Wondered at the drop in temperature between home and Glasgow and then headed back down the road. 

I headed out when the rain stopped to the beach. I was layered up.  Teeshirt, top, jacket, wrap, head warmer, gloves.  And I was still freezing.  that wind was cutting.  To the bone. 

At dinner time we had a video call from the Yanks... who were pre-drinking for a volleyball tournament.  They hope to win lots of money, but I have my doubts giving the babbling they were doing on the video. 

They are both absolutely hyper about coming home.   totally hyper.  

I don't know how the air crew are going to cope with them on the plane.   J. has started to follow football, and their latest idea for their stop over in london was a Man City match.   Boy says, "she understands the off side rule, i don't think I could be more attracted to her" 

pah ha ha ha ha