Falling off the wagon

John and Mary returned from the Hebrides. They told of us a typically rainy and windy but beautiful western coastal Scotland.

We invited John and Mary over for dinner - Tim prepared a whole chicken on the grill! Very good. Afterwards, being SO close to the end of the month - we had some champagne, some wine, some beer and then went to the pub. August 29... close enough. The gang at Sam's was happy to see us - it has been a while! Jim, the caretaker, joined us. We listened to the jukebox and drank pints and had a genuinely good time!! Then, as we do, the four of us (wee Mary didn't pub it with us) went to the Coach. If nothing else, it is a chance to catch up on some local gossip, discuss the news, etc. We talked about the palace being broken into. John and Mary's lap top was stolen. We finished our drinks and then walked back to the palace. It was approaching 1:30am, but that didn't stop Tim and I from stopping over at Jim's flat for 'just one more'. We shot the breeze and played with his dog, Hector. This dog as thee most human-looking eyes we have ever seen on a dog! This dog was a very emotive human in a past life!

We've lived here one here, and a night like this made it really feel like a family, like home.