..emm, a bit tired to think of a snappy title for the post, but otherwise well.  And there’s so much on the go!  I have shattered a shibboleth by booking a seat to see Madonna at Murrayfield in July.  I’ve discussed the Elton gig in Falkirk with  Margaret  (not going, too pricey and no longer on the Life List, well we’re getting past it, plus we’ve both been).

After 8 Mince is preparing for Blair Atholl 9, and revelling in the good vibes from IKTHing Burns Night, even thought the temperature fluctuations in the hall played merry hell with the guitars.  The Guys coped,  the Doll sang and the most wonderful Groupies cheered us on.

Various family issues have been to the fore of late as ever, but we’re hopeful that those are now resolved.  Paul & I managed a wee weekend away in the snow to Blairgowrie.  Stupidly, I forgot my camera, and woe was me as the sun rose over the pine strewn gardens, in rose hued abundance each morning,  but I forgave me as I had other stuff on my mind.

Cannot recommend the Altamount House Hotel highly enough.  We were just about the only people there, which would give other establishments an excuse to ignore you.  It gave them an excuse to look after us very kindly and carefully.  Dinner on Saturday evening was exemplary,  plus we were allowed to play with the log fire.

‘Nuff now, going to bed.

18 February 2012

And that’s how tired I was, I have told you half of this already.  Pooh.