Jamie's Australian adventures revisited

I felt sorry to hear that my friend and former colleague Liz's Mum has died. She was a dignified and charming lady who got on well with my Mum when they were introduced in a ward at Hairmyres; as their declining years coincided and they were both in and out of hospital a lot, it was inevitable that they should meet eventually. I can empathize with Liz because I know what she went through, and we supported each other through those difficult times in what could be a very difficult working environment. Grandma was round for tea last night and we had a pleasant evening, she was on good form. Jamie had put together a slideshow of 600 of his Australia photos (this was hugely cut down from the thousands that he took!) and we all watched it, including Antoine. The first three weeks were of course very familiar because we were with him then, but it was fascinating to watch the rest of his adventures starting with photos of the huge Ghan train on which he headed south. It all looked amazing. The photos of Melbourne didn't seem very impressive compared to what Jamie had told us, but he assured us that it is a great place. His tours looked so fun, and there were photos of his ballerina, Nicola, who looked lovely and very limber as you would expect of a dancer. It's unusually quiet in the house; James is outside cutting the grass and Jamie, Ally, Davie and Antoine are all go-karting.