Driving through a Successful Weekend

It's been a manic week! Hubby was doing a zoom magic show for a carers group with G (and yes, they did wear thier dandy waistcoats), so that took up the bulk of the evenings of the week with various rehearsals. I'm officially the tech guy of the shows now and do the toggling of the spotlight on zoom, freeing up the magicians to get on with the show.

On top of losing the evenings, work has been very busy for us both. I went into the office Wednesday and got to see a few of my colleagues, and inevitably lost a lot of working time to catching up. As lovely as that was, I did spend the rest of the week trying to catch up as, fate be darned, everything decided it wasn't going to work the way it was meant to.

So of course I was completely caught on the wrong foot for the weekend when our friend arrived from Dundee as the start of the birthday get together. Hubby was out an hour late to add to the chaos, but everything worked out and we chatted away and played games for the evening. 

Saturday was National Bowtie day. I had planned on doing her photoshoot during the week, but just didn't find time, so the morning walk turned into a photoshoot. Of course I didn't have to do one, but I adore her "party collar" and wanted to make a fuss of Missy - hubby just let's me get along with it, but I could tell our friend thought I was absolutely barmy. The mission was a success, I'm pleased to say! Since I'd made such a fuss of the day, we decided to keep her in the party collar for the afternoon catch up with our friends with the twins. 

(Spoiler: they loved her collar that much they insisted it be worn the following day too). 

It was a good catch up, we played in the park all together and then I got beaten by two 7 year olds on the computer games. We swapped pressies once dad was up from his nap (that long covid is going nowhere soon) and spent the rest of the day playing with the laser tag set we'd gotten them. A good day! Safe in the knowledge they were seeing us the next day, bedtime went off without a hitch and we grown ups hung out for a bit. 

As promised, Missy was looking her best for the Vintage Car Show at Newhailes Estate and Gardens. It was a great day. One can never be sure on how family friendly a car show is going to be, but this was perfect. From the volunteer fire brigade letting the kids try on helmets and sit in the truck to a motorcycle gang helping to pick the kids up to sit on the bikes and rev the engines. There was something for everyone. Dundee friend loved the bmx stunt show, the kids couldn't decide between the fire truck or the tractors whilst hubby and I loved the number of dogs also in attendance. And of course I got Missy to pose with the soft hearted bad boys:

My brother even managed to pop by for a bit so the kids finally got to meet Maisie. They fawned over the little fluffball who was keen for cuddles, which isn't much like Maisie at all. We quickly realised that the noise was upsetting her, so my brother did a wee tour de force of the show and took her a walk before heading off. A pity, but now we know to think about that for future invites. 

And then it was home time. We said cheerio to the kids and drove home before saying goodbye to our Dundee friend. And then it was the tidy up. It's amazing how much more mess just one extra person produces! 

Missy is sound asleep and all is well. A good weekend all round, although, could I have another to try and recover from this one?