Granda and Grandma

While Dave and I were sweating profusely in stuffy offices (which for me included being overcome with anxiety after thinking I was responsible for setting off the fire alarm and evacuating the whole campus, suddenly breaking into the fastest 100 meter sprint of my life (I'm still marvelling that my joints can move when needs must) to dramatically save a catering trolley that had been mistakenly diverted off course, - that's what a team lead does, make sure the biscuits are there for the team - whilst also squeezing in a spot of sun blindness while eating a baked potato surrounded by granite), Sam and Tess were being kept busy by the grandparents.

On collection this evening I received a report on their whereabouts and general getting-up-to-ness of the day. Morning was all about table tennis down the not so olde sports village with Granda, which is right next to the absolutely new aquatics centre, which just happens to have a pedestrian entrance from Kingstreet that is having an identity crisis and looks like an entrance to a Burlesque Club - it's supposed to be swimming arms, but it looks like scantily clad lady legs. If you happen to be driving up Kingstreet, you will see the lady legs and silently nod in agreement with me.

The afternoon, Grandma took charge and drive Sam and Tess to Stonehaven and let them go rock pooling crazy followed by some extreme ice creaming by trying to ingest some before they melted.

I dropped past to pick up the sproglets late evening and got a mum and dad lecture on how to travel from Troon to Lochinver before Granda waved us off wearing Tess' sunglasses.

All in all they had a great day.