Crikey, another long day at work. Why does it always crank up so during the middle months of the year?  Anyway, your correspondent was the only one who could do the plank at Pilates tonight.  God knows why, but my back, long the scourge of my existence, seems to have taken on a new life as the star of the exercise class.  Not my legs, which give out when faced with that softy ball thing, or the abs.

We are making preparations for Kerry’s wedding, plus virtually holding Fiona’s hand as she grows the baby.  Can one family cope with this much excitement?  Had a flash back to the late 70s, Colin balancing babies on one hand held high, and them giggling like mad.  Elspeth told me not to say that.

Songs that stick in your head becasue they have effective hooks are not necessarily great songs, but when I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bubb then you’re not gonna reach my telephone.  And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh.  Yes, it has been an incredibly hard day at work.  Time to give my wedding shoes a work out.  Props to Sarah who is going to assist with the missing diamante issue.

Playing Mr Blue Sky/ELO, the song I danced with Fiona to, when she was 18 months.  Rubbish grammar intentional.  And Emma will be home soon!!