Saving Patrick

I saved a tiny starfish today. Abandoned by the tide on fast drying sand it was looking like it was all over for baby Patrick, he was so pale and still. I thought I was too late but then amazingly, once back in the sea and ever so slowly, life seeped back into the wee beastie and it turned glorious crimson and started to wiggle its, its, erm, fingers?

Back on dry land in the afternoon and with my ever so ancient pals and our gals, we walked round a dingin' doon Haddo. Poor Anna ended up slipping and going legs akimbo in a mud bath far away from any place to clean up. But a wee sweet treat back at Mrs Smith's fairly put her world back together again. The restorative power of a fine piece and a hot drink wasn't lost on the adults either. Kim perused the shop shelves and imparted some of her wisdom to Sharon and I on the rhythms of our weary bones, geranium is good for calming the monthly "hulk smash" moments apparently while salty meals are at the root of water retention and sudden, albeit temporary, weight gain (that ain't gonna put me off Wagamama though...). Kim should write a book.