Monday evening

After a game of racquetball with Richard, I went home for tea - Jo had bought some smoked mackerel - produced by our main competitor! - and we both agreed it was pretty c..p - never again - we both had stomach pains.

Anyway, Barry phoned to say Dad was successfully ensconced in Erskine - they had been advised not to go back for a couple of days to allow him to settle in - Barry said he seemed fairly content - time will tell.

The rain is due to arrive later on today (Tuesday) - I'm thankful I'm not golfing today. It's also the start of the set-up for beer festival, which has been switched from its usual November time to June. I'll pop along later and see if there's anything that needs doing.