More Family Stuff

Down to Moffat - the brer-in-law’s 80th - and a most enjoyable birthday lunch. Thanks to the SK here we are, forever caught in time. The sis and the old man, both her kids and their solitary little grand-sprogling, and my daughter with her pair, one of whom is not entirely cooperating with the photographer.
After the party and a nap we stepped out; there aren’t many eateries in Moffat - one was hosting a private party and the other only had the full festive menu. Gagh. However, over the road were the twinkling lights of the Buccleuch Arms with locals enjoying MTV hits of the 80s and 90s - ’twas a very cheery scene. And later, the local chipper. I can treat a gal.

Talking of said gal, I really must sing the praises of her quick thinking earlier in the day. On the way south we detoured to drop off a wreath up at Currie graveyard, but turning into the Blinkbonny Road (a narrow one) it was bumper to bumper, and worse, a couple of “learner” horse riders were coming the other way. Damn! Only one thing for it - we swung through the graveyard gates (authorised vehicles only) only to find a funeral party gathering. I parked immediately under the intense scrutiny of the mourners. Oh gawd. "I’ll pretend to have a limp," hissed the SK. Gathering myself, I walked round the car, picking up the wreath, and with m’lady on my arm, we slowly and painfully made our way to my parents' grave. There we stood awhile before returning. The stares had mostly stopped. “What leg was the limp?” she whispered to me. I tried not to laugh. Into the car and off we bounded.