I named it Baby

I am back in Scotland. It is like I never left and yet, it is foreign again because so much has changed in people's lives to make catching up with them necessary. It is a good feeling though.

The palace is still cold - damn it - I did not bring enough jumpers.

The park is beautiful - green and lush and wet. I went on my first walk yesterday.

Henry is still funny. He and Ann will be out Monday for a visit.

There is a new pub in Dalkeith - The Blacksmith's Forge. It's too faux-posh for Dalkeith, which I think is obvious by its name.

Living in the Director's flat is weird. I think I'd kind of prefer our old flat. Our routines and rituals of living in this house are upset by the new flat.

The summer faculty are nice. Ingrid, Rhoda and Rose. We had them over for wine and cheese.

We won the Sam's Quiz Pub already! Rose, Tim and Jim and I played and after a close first 2 rounds, handily won.

One of the questions was, what is the soft spot on a newborn called? We had no idea, but were talking about having kids. I joked that I had adopted one while Tim was over here. He asked, "oh yeah? What's it's name?" I had nothing. I just said, "I named it Baby". Now we have an imaginery baby named Baby.