I'm certain by now you've read dad's blog, so I would guess you don't need to hear too much more about the weekend down in Manchester! Suffice to say however, it was great. Although with the combination of seeing Ronaldo in the flesh and innumerable glasses of claret we considered digging out the sedatives for Carole!
I've no photo's to post (dad took most) but I'll have a good one scanned and posted in the next week or so - Carole and I had our photo taken with the Champions League and Premiership trophies. For the Americans reading this, the Champions League trophy is the biggest, most prestigious trophy any football club side can win in the world.
Dada has neglected to post a photo I took of him and granda in Glasgow, which was a good one - hopefully this will be posted soon.
We got to Banchory mid afternoon on Sunday to find that Luca and Isis hadn't, as expected, driven mum to madness. In fact, she looked postively chilled when we arrived (surprisingly)! She wasn't too happy though as her oven had died on her just before we arrived. As such, she gave Carole and I the apple crumble she'd prepared, it just needed another half hour in the oven. I don't think dad and Ross were too happy to see it go! I will report it was delicious!
We got home about 5 and got Luca fed, bathed, etc, before bedtime. I took care of it as by this time Carole was running on empty! Luca was easy though, mum obviously took good care of him while we were away. We did put him down on time though, even though we were desperate to spend time with him having been away all weekend - tiredness won that race! We just watched rubbish telly and ate apple crumble (mmmm...) after he went down.
What a rubbish blog. My next one will be better, I promise!
**Useless fact of the day - Manchester Utd regularly sign players for huge sums (£20 million, £30 million, etc) these days, but in 1927 their record signing was Hugh McLenahan from Stockport County. They bought him for 3 freezers worth of ice cream**
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