Carless Monday

Scott and Lucy were taking my car down to Glasgow to visit the relatives, so I naturally assumed that I would be taking Jo's car to work - I should have known better. Jo wanted her car - why? - "shopping" she said. OK - that means you have to drive me to work and back? "OK". Well, how tense was the journey? Jo doesn't know the roads and was on edge with all the traffic. We got there in the end, but I think we were both glad when the journey was over.

I brought home a pool car, so she didn't have to pick me up yesterday - but she's going to have to do it today. I think she would have preferred driving to Fraserburgh and picking me up - she asked me if I was working there today - nope - Aberdeen. I got asked the address of where I work this morning and we've agreed she will pick me up at 4:30 pm - fingers crossed.

I played squash doubles last night, but we were late starting because Keith was delayed at work when it was reported that a fire had broken out on the rig he's responsible for. Thankfully, it was quelled quickly so he was able to make up our four, but we were much later than planned.

When I got home, it was Ross' turn to get stressed out by his Mum - guess she was having a bad day? They were at Jo's computer and she was trying to download photos and videos from her new camera. She had installed the software that came with the camera - something that is guaranteed to irritate our in-house IT nerd. He immediately, and huffily, removed it and showed Jo how to read and transfer the files from the camera.