Aye, we seem to operate with at least a one week time lag between some established calendar event and when we finally get round to doing it. This week was Shrove Saturday. Actually, that's not quite true. We had no milk so it had to be pancakes (made with powdered milk) for breakfast. But Ellen kindly got us up at the crack of early 'cos she was already in our bed. Not that I'd noticed her coming in at 3am. A touch too much of the Laphroaig maybe. Anyway, Ewan joined in at 7am so then it was everybody up!
After Ewan's swimming, seeing as we were up and it was a grey day, we headed to Glasgow for Kelvingrove and then a visit to Castlemilk. Kelvingrove was a nice trip down memory lane. Most of the things there are just the same as they were when I were a lad, although they've tried to make it a bit more of an "experience" - fewer glass cases, more buttons to press and levers to pull. More "child friendly". More expensive in the café department.
So it's all "new museum". They've got a novelty haggis, a big hairy beaver and a man with a huge organ. Nyuk, nyuk.
Tonight, Ewan read Ellen her bedtime story while I flitted around taking photos. It's weird - he's happy enough getting his picture taken but at the moment he wants to stare right at the flash because he likes the wee circles that the ring flash makes him see.
Oy. Don't tell the world we run out of milk. They'll get the social workers round.
Posted by: Herself | 03/01/2010 at 11:09 PM