There's so much to do. I can't beilieve it is 4pm already. Yesterday, I drove to Peterhead and back. Where is Peterhead, I hear you cry? A bloody long way from Edinburgh, that's where. I was knackered and I think on the way home it was the closest I ever got to falling asleep at the wheel. Don't worry - I would have pulled over if it was that bad, but man, was I tired.
When in foreign parts, always take a pic by the beach. This is the lighthouse. Not much of a beach there - it's a big shipping harbour.
Anyway, cleaned kitchen and hallway and done some hardcore gardening (well, what I call hardcore gardening) and got thorned to death for my troubles. I started to do the other side of the garden (more like clearance to start with) but the third thunder storm has hit and damn it all if I'm not going to come in and have a glass of wine. No! Have to go to the shops first for some milk and bread. Dammit. Shame the sunshine has gone, but it's still boiling out there.
Here's my rosebush wound. I removed the plaster just for you.
By the way there are a lot of people in Scotland with bright red faces this week.
Gil x
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I know where Peterhead is.
I've been to Peterhead!
It's a long way North.