Blue Sky Thinking

Isn't that some new management-speak phrase?

I'm pulling pictures out of the vault because John has the camera with him in SAN FRANCISCO. Jammy real-work-dodger.

We're just having a few low-key days, nice and chilled with everyone going to bed early. I'm not sure why we don't do that when John's home. It's not as if he forces us to stay awake with loud guitar solos. Maybe we're all bored, with no one to entertain us.

On the theme of entertainment, I may just entertain the next visitor to our home with a few new fiddle tunes now that I've signed up for classes with the Glasgow Fiddle Workshop. It was looking precarious last week, I thought I'd never improve my fiddling skills if I couldn't even find my way to the damn lessons!!!!!!! It's not easy getting from the south side of Glasgow to Stow college, which happens to be sandwiched between 17 flyovers and a cruel one-way grid system. And I have lost my map. When I find out who has stolen it (I can't have lost it; someone else must be to blame), I shall plunk them in a car in the middle of Mexico City as punishment, and they may not come out alive. So, map thief: cuidadoso!