Slàinte

Well here we are. One more day after 47 years. 

More on that another time…

Today was good, in the circumstances, perhaps helped by the knowledge I’ll be getting on a plane tomorrow.

I had the dentist and hygienist at 8:30. Miraculously, all is well. Again. 

The Office meant the Manager, the Goth and I, with the Latest Intern (from Los Angeles, it turns out) and the Boss managing all by themselves in Parliament. We worked well, and had a a lot of laughs too. I had the Manager in tears at one point - tears of laughter. 

We were helped by the constituent who occasionally seeks our help to stop couples having sex in his front garden after the nearby social club closes. My suggestion of a bucket of cold water was rejected. 

This balanced out the lady hoping we can help her adult son who is in prison pending trial, but has - she says - severe mental health issues which lead to his offending. The offending involves assaulting his mum. 

Tonight brought a good wee dinner (omelette with courgette salad), Gàidhlig with Duolingo, cool sounds with Rapal (link) and a wee refreshment.

Slàinte, agus ceud mìle taing, a caraidean Eòrpach!

(Cheers, and a hundred thousand thanks, European friends.) 

Sadness