Ragdoll

This was a bit of a weird day, soI think it’s ok to blip a giant ragdoll cat at the B and B. This is the cat that managed to open a packet of my gluten free rolls with his claws. In fact, he owns the dining room and barely tolerates guests. Still, his fur is very luxuriant.

In the morning we had to do some swapping round of rooms, because Tanya was leaving so Steve had to move back in with me. Then there was some kind of business involving a family bible that had to be taken by the Aberdeen gang, who call themselves the Don Street Donnie’s, but Tanya eventually caught up with them at Benderloch. She gave it to them, so we didn’t have to wait in. Steve and I went to the glue pot for lunch, and were joined by my sister K and brother B, who had had to leave his B and B. Tanya came along and had lunch with us, but K and I had to cry in the pub because of a misunderstanding, so I can’t remember what I ate. Seafood, perhaps. K’s youngest, E had been put on the train to Aberdeen via Glasgow because the carload of three tall people going to Aberdeen had also included kilts, bagpipes and a recently spayed bitch, so was quite full already.

After lunch, Tanya left to drive to Glasgow. We were very sad to see her go. K and B and I went to Oban (Steve must have gone back to the B and B, I think). B wanted to try and get a picture taken out of its frame and packaged up to send to himself in Greece. He didn’t want to pay Parcelforce, and was having a sort of a ‘why can’t Oban be more like Glasgow or Athens?’ moment, which I found hilarious. In the end, I think he decided that Fed Ex could collect it from my sister K’s house. Meanwhile, K was trying to make a parcel out of Tanya’s jacket that she had bought for our mother’s funeral, and post it to her in NZ! I already knew how I was going to transport an oil painting to Stroud via Aberdeen (in a posh pillow bags lwith a cushion and a jumper wrapped round it ). I bought some Easter cards in the art shop for my mate D back home. We did some food shopping, picked up Steve from Connel, and went over to Benderloch for a Last Supper with K and B, who was staying at K’s. A good meal of salmon was enjoyed by all of us. Afterwards said goodbye to B, who was off to Crete the following day,. K dropped us back at the B and B for our final night.

We have witnessed the un-gathering of the clans, the highland diaspora.
!Nahcaurc, one might say.
Cruachan! Is the rallying cry of the McIntyres, and the name of the highest local mountain ring. If you say it backwards, the clan members will fade away to the darkness of their respective caves.