Bridge moments

I don't care for this weather - neither one thing nor the other; not wet (until now - it's raining as midnight approaches) but certainly not summery or specially warm, and too grey for any cheer. I realise also that since I stopped working I don't like the end of July much, because we have our holidays out of season and there will be no difference between this week and next except that all our family will be off on various holidays ... can you sense disgruntlement? (and isn't that a wonderful word?)

I was awake early today, though I didn't go downstairs till about 8am, because we were expecting The Gas Man. He actually turned up at 8.30am. when I was still finishing breakfast in the chilly dining room (can't put on the gas fire when someone's going to be dismantling it) and came and went throughout the morning as he looked for components and sent off orders (with one of which he'll have to come back next week ...) Largely because of all this I didn't really get round to doing much except Italian and some Pilates exercises because either the heavy bag I was lugging around yesterday or too much sitting in the car or a combination of both has given me a sore back which made me feel I wanted to be suspended by my head to give it a real stretch. 

In the end I retreated to the study and uploaded another batch of Sorrento photos, which I still have to finish labelling on Flickr. Lunch was curtailed by the return of the Gas Man, so I took refuge in a long and frequently hilarious conversation with my older granddaughter, taking it easy after the Leavers' Concert yesterday and therefore available to chat. She's done so well at school, in both her academic work and her trombone playing - I'm so proud of her. I wish I could be at her prize giving, but I'll content myself with photos.

After that, I felt my back needed some exercise (of course I did) and we hied us out to Benmore Gardens for our usual solitary occupation of this wonderful space after everyone had gone home. The photo is a new angle on the bridge over the Eachaig which we still have to use as the garden bridge is still not finished with repairs caused by the floods of 18 months ago. It was very peaceful, though by the time we returned to the car I felt I couldn't have walked another step.

Dinner and Compline took us to the final somnolent hours of today. And here I need to ask a question: when you buy haddock, is it angel cut or the other kind? I can't actually work out what does it, but when my fishmonger can only get angel cut I find it flimsy and less convenient in the pan. 
Anyway, it's now past midnight and my pumpkin driver is growing restive. I'm off...