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Travelled home to see mum she is in good fettle though the arthritis in her knee is making physio more of a pain than it should be.
Nice to surprise them took a saltire care box, Lees macaroons, Tunnocks, and sliced sausage and morning rolls for a sneaky lunch tomorrow.

These images are above the fridge, left is me and older brother in Wellington Pk Ayr, where we went each year for holidays to visit maternal Granny 'Broon'.
On way to beach, notice the 'guid' Clarks sandles a yearly concession to quality footwear, I am on the left.

The image on the right is a record of my mum's love of sewing.
I am on the left in a coat I loathed, so much my refusal to wear meant watching the fireworks from the kitchen, Mum had nothing to do with the coat, the outfit on the right however was what my older brother wore to the fancy dress contest that year.
He went as Winnie the Pooh.

Now I am no child psychologist but that outfit scared the shit out of me.

lets just say my mum had the drop on quite a few horror icons.leatherface