Monty

Not Minty. P is due to fly home from Bristol this evening, weather permitting, and once again I've hardly seen Pookie. Minty tries his best to be friends with Monty , who tolerates his advances for so long...then cuffs him gently, just so he gets the message.

My laptop has been behaving beautifully while in the care of the chap who was going to repair the problem. Isn't that typical?! *!@#?%* I hope to get it back tomorrow.

The weather has been wild at times, but certainly not as bad as the forecasters predicted, though some areas have had it a lot worse. Fingers crossed that flights into Glasgow are not affected this evening.