All change at Dunbar

Peter and I zoomed up to Edinburgh this morning to get his new school uniform - he'll be a vision in red and white and black come August, or Master Smartingtons, as his daddy would say. Appropriately, since her money paid for it, work on our new kitchen finished on my sister's anniversary. Here's a sneak preview of a corner festooned with slightly too many storage jars. A call from a dear friend to tell me of the sudden passing of a mutual chum led, yet again, to my paraphrasing Carole King. Doesn't anybody stay alive any more?