Weather to be indoors ...

It's the one consolation on days like this, when you waken to the wet grey of a June morning and tell yourself that the church coffee morning, delayed from when Pope Francis died because it was in the RC Church hall, will benefit because it's indoors. I've never really been one for these events, but they bring in other people from the community, they make some money and keep the profile high, they're clearly enjoyed by the people who attend. Himself and I have found a niche where we don't have to do anything except wash dishes - a tiring occupation when you're at it solidly for over 2 hours, and putting everything away at the end. But the banter in the kitchen is good, if unrepeatable on occasion, and the scullions all know each other well, and there is the occasional outburst of raucous mirth/exasperation - take your pick. At one point I was dispatched into the hall to go round the stall-holders and tell them to stop eating as we were running out of goodies for the paying punters ...

We were exhausted by the time we got home for a stiff coffee (the coffee being served didn't match my needs) followed by a cursory sort of lunch, but Himself went off in the rain to practise the organ and was away for long enough for me to upload some more Italian photos to Flickr. I'll post the link when I've finished annotating them. When he came back we went out - I still had a headache (not helped, I suppose, by my cracking the top of my head on a cupboard door while putting plates away in the morning) and felt that so much standing was all very well but I needed a walk. We did two miles along the old road under the trees and got wet but felt more human. Today's photo, taken through the car windscreen so slightly blue, is of the low swathes of clouds over the hills around Loch Eck - we were going to the extreme right of the photo, beyond that lamp post. 

I'm writing this before dinner in the hope that I might get to bed at a more sensible hour tonight. My older grandson is currently travelling to Rwanda with a youth football coaching group - they'll be spending ten days with children in several locations in the country, as far as I can see. Meanwhile Catriona has laid aside her trombone for now and is off to her Leavers' Ball, followed by a 3am rendezvous at the airport en route to Corfu with her pals. 

I think I feel very, very old tonight.