I really wish the weather had been typically Scottish this week, instead I've had the sun beating in through the windows, windows I can't open due to the budgies flying around, and they are loud as hell! Well, they're locked in their cage now, but their protest squaking is hardly even drowned out by blasting out loud heavy metal. They are a couple of spoiled prima donnas to be sure!
Had a nice wee trip over to France at start of month, a work-related trip with very little work involved, so can't complain. Was near to Paris but didn't have time to see the sites in the city itself, a place I've only been twice to before, and last time was over 20 years ago. There's always next time. Anyway, saw a couple of nice French towns and a thought-provoking First World War graveyard that we suddenly discovered by the side of a road we were travelling. Each headstone a tragedy for those who were left behind.
Tragedy also occured nearer to home two weeks ago when my friend from my schooldays Graeme "Hendy" Henderson suddenly died. Hendy and I had a lot of adventures over the years, including a never-to-be-repeated legendary drinking day/night in Edinburgh. We may have had a fall out, and didn't communicate for a while, but we had renewed our friendship with a couple of pub visits this year and I was looking forward to our next night out. He was perhaps one of the most interesting and gracious people I knew, taken much too young.Photos show my lodge in France, a war cemetry, a curious french cat in Pierrefonds, and the late Hendy.
PS Hendy sent a couple of quite moving texts after the death of my mum (he was the only friend of mine who had the nerve to address her by her first name). The last three words of one of those texts is the title of this post. I'll try to be more upbeat next time.
