It has been a very odd month this month – I have done very little writing but have been spending an inordinate amount of energy doing what I thought at the time was fire-fighting (not literally Bruno! NB self: get the Innocent Arsonist written). There seems to have been crisis after crisis amongst family and friends, and a vast amount of time wasted on picking over the carnage. Some of the crises affected me directly, which at the time left me feeling almost bereaved, other crises less so, but still drained my emotional resources in supporting those I love. With the benefit of hindsight I can see that what was occurring was a period of cleansing and renewal. Old negative influences are now gone from my life, and as if by magic, the void has been filled (and more) by positive, colourful, interesting and kind characters.
Wouldn’t it be simply marvellous if that happened in our parliament….? In business? In the whole big wide world? OK – I know – impossible – but if we don’t dream the impossible, what do we dream?

Anyway, back to earth. Today was one of the finest days I can honestly say I have ever enjoyed. Wee1 had a new friend over to play: all the Wees were off school for an ‘In Service Day’. I don’t know what that is – other than the school gates are locked against me no matter how hard I rattle. Anyway, WeePal came and played and scooted and roller-skated (mostly on his bottom, but my Wees think that is exactly how it is done) and ‘cycled, we all ate prodigious amounts of pizza and then went yomping through field, vale and High Street to the ultimate prize: Simply Delicious – home of the best ice-cream cone in Melrose. Once cooled and re-energised we trotted off to our final destination: the secret park and fishing in the burn… that was Dottymummy’s idea anyway. The Wees decided that peeing in the burn and stripping half naked and paddling in the burn was much more fun: and who was I to argue?

It was hot, it was sunny, the tourists were happy, children were playing in the parks, new tenderly-fussing mummies and fidgeting mummies-to-be had picnics together, the municipal flowerbeds were newly raked ready for their summer rebirth, retired couples held hands on benches and looked on as the world waltzed by.
It has been a perfect day – again, at last…

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