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I don't think that I will say much, because I don't think many people will bother to look at this image given that it is a catch-up and posted almost two days late. Suffice to say that the weather in the morning was miserable, and that I spent that part of the day visiting the quarry to look at the kind of gravel I will be getting for my money. I forgot to take my camera with me to the quarry, which was a shame because it looked an exceptionally bleak place to be in the miserably dreich Scottish summer morning. The weather in the afternoon was a lot better, and the sun actually made an appearance. I spent the time in the garden, tidying up the new driveway whilst listening to Celtic win again. This little soldier was found standing in the grass where he landed after having been dug up. Finding him took me back a few years to when Liam and I would play with his toy soldiers in the garden, where we would hide them under bushes and in amongst the ivy. This little WWII German infantryman is, it would seem, the sole survivor of Liam's once huge collection of plastic soldiers. The rest were either melted in the Great Ant War of 2000, are hiding in the garden somewhere believing that the war continues, or have been transported to the Great Skip of Marchbanks from where they will end their days in the Giant Landfill of Dundee, just like so many of the toys that Liam once thought were indispensible.

Yesterday I saw a Merc

On this day last year, Liam got his hair cut in readiness for his first day at secondary school