I'm in between packing and taking it easy; writing a post seemed like a better idea. We're off to Scotland shortly, to our favourite hotel on the River Tay. A little family holiday, be back on Monday. It was planned for the Farmer more than anything, with him celebrating his 60th on Halloween and working every hour God sends. He has a day's fishing booked on Saturday whilst Amy and I will wander around the hotel, have a swim, go for a walk, chill out. I had plans to take Amy into the nearby town of Pitlochry but my brain put a stop to that. Not to worry, whatever we do will be a pleasure I'm sure.
We're booked in dinner, bed & breakfast and as it's quite a posh pad, my intention is to dine earlier rather than later. One never knows what Amy will say next. Or do, for that matter. So I'll see you all next week with a report on our weekend and a doctor's note. Now, where did I put my wordsearch book?