Whatever that means
The end of a year of lessons at school and rehearsals on a Saturday. Ten tunes from the west Fife string band and ten from their wind counterparts. All very good. They can be very pleased with themselves.
Then it was straight to Crombie to drop Ellen at a party. Then home. Both the kids spent the rest of the day in front of the telly – knackered.
Apart from that, spare moments are spent were spent at the computer in the store uploading the posts in batches of 20. WordPress is rejecting batches any bigger than that, which is a shame although it means that I’m cleaning up the text between uploads. Only the whole of 2012 to do. But it’s great to go. I’m spending half the time reading them and reminiscing.