I'm presently trying to work out what is causing me the most concern. The dangerous goods declaration sitting on my desk that doesn't match with the TREM card which has just been emailed to me, or my nose which is glowing like a big red beacon.
To explain, Carole and I spent the day at Perth Races yesterday for the Gold Cup. On arrival we were delighted to notice the temperature was sitting at a rather corking 24 centigrade, perfect for a day outdoors.
Or so we thought. Carole wisely kept her arms covered, and with her long hair her neck and most of her face were protected too. However, I wasn't quite so wise. My arms and the top part of the chest were exposed all day (we were there for the entire afternoon), and I'd left my hat in the car too leaving my neck, face and head at threat. I was quite comfortable throughout most of the time, but it wan't until I looked in the mirror after arriving in Banchory (to collect Luca) on the way home I noticed the reddish hue emitting from me. Indeed, I looked like a big tall tomato.
I'm a little sore today, but not too bad. In any case, it's probably worth it - should we really complain about having too much sun in Scotland? It was a good day yesterday too, my first ever at the races and Carole's first in years. Being so close to the action was quite exhilerating, although due to the crowds (13000 approximately) it was difficult to get round to the ring the check out the runners before placing bets, leaving most punts as merely guesswork. We didn't do too badly however, probably only losing a few pounds across the course of an entire day. We do intend to go back later in the year for a midweek meet however, in order to avoid such crowds again and give ourselves a better chance to check out the horses and make more educated guesses before placing our bets. There's no point me having Carole - who worked in stables for years - with me at the bookies stalls if I can't utilise her knowledge properly.
Hopefully we'll have photo's soon of Luca's day while we were in Perth. He was with his Granny and Granda all day, and by all accounts was distictly unimpressed with our arrival when we turned up to take him home. I even received his infamous glower when I deigned to sit on Granny's side of the sofa......
Inevitably, he fell asleep before we even left Banchory. He hadn't slept all day, and it was after 8.30pm that we left his Grandparents - and he was just "plain tuckered" as Lucy and family would say. Or not if I'm getting my cultural vernacular confused.....
And referring to whom - I was really sorry to hear about Ryan dying. Losing your dog after so long, your most loyal friend, is horrendous. He had a good life though, and is now no longer in pain. We are so sorry though.
You love your dogs unconditionally. Unless their name is Isis, and the first thing they do as you walk past first thing every morning - EVERY morning - is fart.
Despite the sun shining, Carole couldn't be tempted out of bed this morning. She's caught the bug I had last week, and her throat is closing up - despite the hot chilli Chinese I was despatched for after getting home last night! It was good though (and needed!) and we ate while watching a TV programme celebrating ten years of Big Brother, of which was a precursor to the new series due to begin on Thursday. Carole is excited by the prospect, while I'm a little more ambivalent. Though doubtless I will be turned - again....
Finally, a big thank you to Liz for her assistance this last week while I coughed and spluttered offering little help. We would have struggled without you, and Luca loved having you here too - come back soon!
**Useless fact of the day - Big Brother was invented by a Dutchman named John De Mol, which appropriately translates as "The Mole". It's title is taken from the novel "1984" which is infamous for it's themes of nationalism, sexual repression, futurology and censorship (fittingly)**
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