Bob has had a really late night eating pizza, cavorting and playing touch rugby. This morning he's having a lie in. At some point during the night his sister has headed downstairs to sleep on the cold floor tiles by the front door. Her brothers snoring might also have had something to do with her decision to move.
Seems there has been a C-A-T in the garden. Our morning walk is delayed while the PONs check to make sure everything is safe. They accompany their high speed security check with basso profondo barks ( Bob ) and high pitched yelps ( Sophie ).
The jet lagged Texan tenants have been given the keys and a tour of the house. Little Hank and Melody will be enrolled at the local primary school. They seem happy.
In Scotland Graduation ceremonies, morning and afternoon, disrupt the traffic flows. This goes on all week. Processions of academics intermingle with Russian language tours and block the road outside the sma' house. Parking is a nightmare. The restaurants full of proud parents and their offspring. 'The Font' hears one young lady say to her mother ( when her new boyfriend tires of polite conversation and wanders off to watch England play Belgium on the television in the bar ) ' Oh Mummy you don't know him - he's really very sensitive and loves literature '. A line that's eternal in its optimism.
No doubting you're in Scotland. Even though it's a lowland town kilts much in evidence after a morning ceremony