Whatever that means
First of many, I hope. And very pleasant too after a morning in a conference where they thought it was the depths of winter and the afternoon in my own office with the sun blazing in.
Ewan here is trying get Ellen to make a noise to win the quiet game. Ellen has no volume control, which is not so bad in the house but when people in South Queensferry are phoning over to complain about the noise, she needs to be moderated. Ewan’s hardly any better but he’s competitive enough that he’ll do anything to win a game. I have no idea where he gets that. Mind, I had to start poking him in the ribs so that I could win. Three times.