Circularity

It’s been a while since the minky came to see her Grandpops. We whisked her off to meet R&E with their little charge, Jools at Lauriston Castle. All great fun apart from little Jools being dead on her feet having had a bad night’s sleep. Still, the wee minky enjoyed her first babyccino. I’ve no idea what it contains. Hopefully no caffeine anyway as she’s more than lively enough without it.

Then Rog got a call from his Mum’s care home; I hadn’t realised how near she was getting to the end game. His poor old Dad, having recently turned 100, had spent the last six days at her side sleeping in a chair. 
Back home for lunch and then an attempt at playing on the beach which came to naught as the wee one took fright at the strength of the wind. Something her mother did at the very same age. 
And then bad news from Rog, though of course, after a period of time, there’s a blessing in there too as he was first to acknowledge.
So no Rog at the old boys gathering where we all raised a glass to Frank’s daughter who has brought another wee soul into the world this very day.