High and Dry.

Last night's washing machine delivery turned into a nightmare. It didn't turn up until 7pm and the delivery men decided they didn't want to get involved with unscrewing the last water pipe from the old machine and so departed for their respective dinners leaving us with one 95% disconnected machine in the kitchen and another new one in the hall. This made his Lordship apoplectic with rage and he made arrangements to give up his hill walk today in order to oversee the work of the expensive plumbers who were due to arrive to complete the installation.

I on the other hand, was encouraged to go cycling with the CTC and so I had a lovely 40 mile round trip to Bolton, a lovely little hamlet near Haddington where we had the use of the village hall for our lunch. Fisherrow harbour was on the route and I blipped these yacht hulls on the quayside.

When I got home the new washing machine was installed and working- a good day then -for me at least!