You're not missing much however. I don't have any images of Luca "The Scar" Stewart. His chickenpox has cleared, but for those of you with long memories (not you Mum) you'll recall the affliction from your youth, and the bright red scabs that adorn your body for weeks (nay months) afterwards
Indeed, have a little look at yourself as you get undressed for bed tonight - most of us have at least one small and forgotten scar as a reminder of not listening to our Mums as children. "Stop picking!"
Carole celebrated her birthday on Friday, and a landmark one is was too. It was her 21st! OK, her second 21st - does that still count?
With her birthday falling on a weekday we kept the initial celebrations muted. I cooked a three course meal (OK, I bought the latter two courses from M&S) before cuddling up on the sofa with a movie and a bottle of sparkling wine. The wine must have done it's trick, as Carole fell asleep barely ten minutes into the film, only waking at the end credits to enquire "Was it good?"
Thankfully she was a little more alert the following day. After dropping Luca at his Grandparents ("I'm going to be a tiger and fight Granda!") I took Carole to Huntly for an afternoon of horse riding. She loved it of course, even more so for the additional fact the farm owners owned an almost uncountable number of German Shepherd dogs.
Once the "I want a new Abby" look passed from her eyes, we both climbed atop our respective steeds (Carole gracefully, me rather less so) and took off through the endless acres of forest walks and fields. Caroles horse was gorgeous, with a dual coloured mane and blue eyes, while mine was just big and extremely fast. When booking the trek, I'd rather stretched the truth as to my actual riding abilities, and had convinced the farm owners I was an "experienced" rider.
"Experienced my ar*e" they must have thought, as my horse set innumerable land speed records while I gripped on for dear life, desperately trying to remember if I ever signed that will.
Thankfully, our meal that evening was a little more sedate. I took Carole to "Malmaison" in Aberdeen. It was a beautifully set establishment with an imaginative array of dishes. However, although the food was good, it did just fall just short of what it's reputation would suggest. And the service was slow - it perplexes me that lazy service seems to be deemed acceptable for this standard of restaurant
Although the slow service didn't stop a steady stream of glasses of wine arriving and being quickly consumed by the birthday girl with the ever chattier mouth but ever wilting eyelids.....
**Useless fact of the day - One of the first horses was called a Hyracotherium. It lived about 50 million years ago and was as tall as a fox. It had toes! This horse changed over millions of years to become a modern horse**
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