For the past week the washing machine has been acting up and now that my son has a summer job working on an oyster farm it's a necessity so as to get rid of the 'old salty sea dog' smell from his clothes every day.
I've ordered a new one that won't be delivered until Friday, my wife reckons the old machine knows this and is screwing up the washing programs on purpose. We reckon it can lip read and knows its mission is about to be terminated and it will have to give up its secret stash of odd socks. I expect when I disconnect it on Thursday night it will start singing 'Daisy Daisy' !

June 21st the longest day of the year.
It's summer there's gale force winds, pouring rain and it's cold. Welcome to Scotland, why would you want holiday abroad ?

Went to see Martin Taylor at the local Jazz Festival this was quite a coup for the organisers. The venue was the local theatre which lacked atmosphere, it would have been better in a smoky basement. Nevertheless, the guy's a virtuoso on the guitar and although I'm not really into jazz, it was amazing watching his fingers at work on the fretboard.



Summer has arrived at last and the weather has been hot and sunny all week. The garden has required constant watering to preserve the results of my wife's green fingers.