I said yesterday that were should expect ‘Thunderbolts and Lightning’. It arrived this morning.
I’d heard the rumbling in the morning and thought nothing of it because we often hear aircraft noise from Glasgow Airport which is quite nearby, but this morning the noise didn’t disappear, in fact it seemed to be getting louder. I didn’t actually see any Thunderbolts or Lightning, but the constant rumble of the the thunder coming and going wouldn’t let me get back to sleep. Then it appeared to go on its way and we heard no more … for a while. We had shopping to do and Scamp had lists to prepare, so we concentrated on that. We had guests today. John and Marion were coming to us for lunch which was the reason for the preparation.
It was a slightly cooler day than yesterday, but after we’d filled our shopping trolley, paid for it, driven back home and found places for it all to go, it didn’t feel all that cool. Scamp was in charge of the food today. I was doing the hoovering. Not so much skill involved, but a fair bit of work lifting rugs and moving the furniture as well as the hoovering.
By midday most of my work was done and although Scamp gave me an opportunity to have a half hour in St Mo’s if I wanted to cool down and get some photos, I didn’t really feel the need. I was sure I had a possible photo from yesterday that I could use, and that’s what I did. What I did want was a long cool shower and a chance to get out of my tee shirt which was sticking to me.
John and Marion arrived in the early afternoon and we had lots to talk about, especially our trip to the Queen Elizabeth hospital. There were children to talk about, young and old. There were photos to see. Where would we be now without mobile phones? Lunch came and went without any problems and we talked some more, although the thunder returned and brought buckets of torrential rain with it. Thankfully it didn’t last long. Then it was time for the visitors to leave and our time to start the cleaning up. The dishwasher did most of that work and we settled down to read for an hour or more.
PoD was yesterday’s photo I was re-using, of lunchtime outside the GoMA (Gallery of Modern Art) in Glasgow. We’ll let it be a secret between us. Nobody will know.
Tomorrow we return to dance classes and I know we’ll be jealous of the teachers’ tans after almost a month cruising the Mediterranean.