Bottles stalls and grounded flights

Flybe went and cancelled my flight to Belfast, the wee shitebags. It meant I was free to help mum with her fundraising stall, thanks to a lift from Alice. Crazy wind meant the gazebos fell to bits so we had a mad dash inside and momentary bottle stall pandemonium. All's well that ends well and she made enough to cover her groups 2020 bus trip, and her gang of conspirators took part in the gala parade and got a pic with the Lord Provost. Dave whisked me away on his way back from Anstruther, but not before he got roped in to help Lucy and Katie do the guess the weight of the hamper, although I think he just posed for the pic then ran away.