Roaar!

Jacob's holiday diary - Day 7


We really chilled today. Dad a little too much. He fell asleep in my tent listening to the football on the radio.

After a walk round the back of the house to the lily loch, Uncle Leo finally arrived having visited
Culloden on the way up with Jacqueline. Right away he was engaged in the most boring chat ever with Dad about Libor indexes, subprime property collapses and loan to value ratios. Yawn. Dad tried his hardest to understand but looked pretty vacant to me.

Uncle Leo gave him some recommended reading then we all ate yet another monster meal before I turned into the lily loch monster - "just like Simon McCorkindale in Manimal" Dad said. Yeah, I know, tumbleweed actually blew through the house when he said that.