Concentration

It’s been a pretty concentrating sort of day, really. Things requiring our concentration? Catching the 11 o’clock ferry - remember I said how hard I find morning huvtaes?; driving to Edinburgh - even if my contribution was merely keeping the driver awake; being at the right gate at the right school at the right time to meet grandchildren...

And all that we accomplished. Our older grandson was extremely helpful when it came to tracking down our younger granddaughter. As a reward, we shared an early celebration of our older son’s birthday - are you confused yet? - and Alan cut the cake with fierce concentration. The older grandchildren forgot to be poised on the verge of adolescence and had enormous fun playing hide and seek (it’s a huge house). It was good.

Now all we have to concentrate on getting home tomorrow. We’re here for a fencing competition and can’t leave till afternoon , by which time it’ll be blowing a gale. Think of us - we’ll be concentrating again...