Sunday was Mother’s Day and we went for lunch to Mitchell’s in Carmunnock with Grandma, Forrest, Marjory and Lucy. Lucy was the only one of her generation of Andersons present, because for various perfectly good reasons the other young ones were otherwise occupied, either abroad, away for the weekend, or in Davie’s case, studying. Davie’s term doesn’t finish until later this week and he is still in the process of finishing assignments. However I didn’t feel neglected because I did get a lovely card and flowers from the boys. The card was excellent; the front had a picture of two cats who looked very like Jack and Jill and the caption “Happy Mother’s Day to someone who made it look so easy ...”and then inside it says “from the ones who made it nearly impossible!” I love it!
The meal at Mitchell’s was very good and the only hitch was that the background noise made it impossible for Grandma to hear anything. I think that we should have our next family celebration in the house. However she said that she enjoyed the outing and she looked lovely with her hair done.
Today I went round to visit Harris, the newest addition to Suzy and Brian’s family. Oh my goodness he is a beautiful baby with a gorgeous wee face and I was lucky enough to get a wee cuddle with him. He put me in a very good mood for the rest of the day.
I was a bit concerned later on when I realised that I hadn’t seen Tom around all day. I looked for him all around the house and whistled for him in the garden to no avail. When James arrived home from work he looked for him too, with no luck. I asked Flora where Tom was and she glanced towards the window, so I think she knew what I was asking her. Then James remembered that he had been carrying the garden benches in and out of the garage last night. I opened the back door of the garage and Tom appeared from one of the shelves where he had been resting, stretching all his limbs as he exited. He must have been trapped in there for about twenty hours! He didn’t seem too upset but he was a bit unsettled during the evening, constantly entering and exiting the house via the cat flap as if to reassure himself that he was still a free agent.
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