Royal dough balls

That's what Heather thinks should be served for lunch at the royal wedding.
The older girls had the day off school, but we decided to still run our parent-toddler group in our church hall and have a wedding tea party and watch the proceedings. So the big girls joined us, putting on their favourite princess dresses and dancing around.

Look at this wonderfully laid-out table piled high with goodies:

And my carrot cake adorned by Ailsa's Lego bride and groom:

And best of all. The tv had dodgy reception that kept cutting out. Father Patrick, who really has no interest in frilly weddings or royal families, kindly held the arial so the girls could ooh and ahh!.

Claire, with her three year old concept of reality, said as she was tucked into bed tonight, "Maybe Kate and William will come to see us at our house".

Ordeals on Wheels

Laura and I have been having a bit of bad luck while out wheeling around the city this week. On Tuesday morning, walking back after dropping the girls off at school, one of the wheels came off her pushchair! I walked the rest of the way tilting, leaning, in a very strange looking position!

And then that afternoon, about 3:30 in the glorious sunshine we took a bike ride through the park toward the playground. While passing the duck pond in the middle of a big stretch of open grass I had to shout at these two people, "Oi! You've been caught! In the park! That's illegal!" They sure scuttled off in a hurry.

And in a last rant, I would like Donald Trump to show us HIS birth certificate, I think that he should be required to prove that he was born on a golf course before he is allowed to use his monstrous personality to persuade the local planning authorities to allow him to build a monstrous golf resort up the road from me.

There, now that's off my chest, I can concentrate on the Royal Wedding!

I get the news I need from the weather report

And the forecast is for days and days of lovely sunshine, perfect for sitting on the front step, by the bulb-crammed border that Mum and my big sisters planted last Autumn.

My Heart's in the Highlands....

Just got back from a week in a cottage in the windy west coast of Scotland at Achnachaird near Achilitbuie (try saying that after a few gins!). First the girls had lots of fun staying with the Fox family near Inverness - here they are doing a mama mia tune with cartwheels on every 8th beat by Tom. Laura has starting saying lots of words like 'boot-on' when she wants to go outisde. She loved the sheep and kept saying Baa whenever she saw one.

The first day we got there it was 20 degrees (Se bronzer en Ecosse en Avril, c'est fou!)This one is of Ailsa who kept insisting the water wasn't coldWe went to Lochinver to see the Highland Stoneware pottery factory - here's Heather and Claire looking moody by some broken versions of Ailsa's sheep crockeryThere was a lot of walking - I took Ailsa and Heather up Stac Pollaidh, which is just over 2000 feetI had an attack of 'vertige' near the top and had to wimp out from the peak

The Hills are still alive......

Mothering Sunday

A sunny, cinnamony start to the day. Some happy faces, some disgruntled faces. Some well groomed hair, some electric-shock style coiffs. I learned just this year that Mother's Day in Britain isn't always some Sunday in March, it is scheduled to fall on the fourth Sunday of Lent. It's always in Lent. Odd. I never knew that. And, speaking of Lent, in church this morning, Claire got really fed up of me and just said, loudly, "But I can't hear myself if I whisper!"