Drive to Dundee

And here I am in my hammock again on a beautiful summer's evening! James is in the other hammock (the scary, unstable one which I think belongs to Alasdair) which he carefully tied to two trees, then amusingly attempted to get into it with a drink and a magazine in his hands. It was not a graceful sight.

I took Davie up to Dundee this morning to move into his new flat; the keys were available from 1 p.m. The car was absolutely crammed with his possessions. Davie obtained the room that he wanted - he had wisely not gone after one of the two big rooms that the others were squabbling over; his is still a good size and is nice and bright. It's really handy for the University too. We had an impromptu early lunch beforehand with Chanel, her Dad and her cousin Jenna; it was very nice to meet them but if I had known that I would be seeing anyone over the age of 20 I would have dressed a little smarter - I was wearing the trousers that Ally thinks are pyjamas, and a baggy old t-shirt. 

I felt sad driving home later; I will miss Davie, I have loved his company for the past week.