That was Easter

It was an odd Easter because it was just the two of us. Normally Son No 2 comes home for it but he couldn't this year due to 'theatrical commitments', to wit rehearsals for Scottish Opera's upcoming community Pagliacci and appearances as a comic extra  at the beginning of their current production of Ariadne auf Naxos. This was the thing we had recently  to buy the black suit for because, despite our belief that we had bought him a black suit for the brother-in-law's funeral three years back, it turned out t be indigo, and we had to get some new shirts as well because his collar size has increased since then as well - who knew? certainly not him!) . It was also the third of the three things we went to Glasgow for the other week,  and we didn't get to see it. We were all set to go to his first night and then there was a huge fire in Glasgow city centre and although the flames  didn't (thank goodness) reach the Theatre Royal the smoke certainly did, necessitating the cancelling of that evening's performance.* Sadly we weren't able to stay down any longer to make an alternative one, so he did his stint and took his curtain call without us being there to see it, which was really sad. The Glasgow performances are now over but there are two in Edinburgh coming up, and after they're over and done with he'll be coming home for about a week, before going back to Glasgow to pick up the Pagliacci rehearsals. Its all go, and although he was disappointed not to make it up at Easter, the fact that he couldn't come does indicate that he is carving out some sort of life for himself in Glasgow, in which he has responsibilities and calls on his time, and I think that's a good thing. 

* And no, you didn't blink and miss this on the BBC news. They didn't cover it on the national bulletins and it got only a passing mention on BBC Scotland. I can't help feeling that had a fire taken from 8.15 a.m  until late at  night to put out in any city south of the border it would have got  reported on the national news, and I assume that the short coverage on BBC Scotland was due to the fact that even they couldn't insinuate that a fire in Glasgow was all down to the SNP government. But I digress. 

The OH shocked me to the core by suggesting that we went out for lunch on Easter Day, and we went to the local hotel/restaurant where I had lamb and he had turkey and it was OK. They cook the stuff nicely down there but its nothing you couldn't do yourself, and the Hot Cross Bread and Butter pudding wasn't as nice as I thought it would be. however it made a change and we didn't even have to put the plates in the dishwasher. 

I made the mistake today of suggesting that we go out. It was an OK day weather wise, well it was bloomin' cold, but it was bright and sunny and as I pointed out if we were here on holiday we would be finding something to do rather than staying inside. I wasn't  getting any 'I'm really keen to do this and have several suggestions about where to go' vibes, and it was in any case silly to think about going for a walk since everywhere underfoot would be plashy in the extreme, so I said,  Why don't we drive down to the Hoxa tapestry gallery and I can buy some cards. So we did. It's a nice scenic  drive, and it only takes twenty minutes or so. What I didn't know, when I made the suggestion, was that they are now selling hand dyed yarn at the Gallery, so that was another yarn diet fail. Sigh. That said, we bought two skeins and one of them has already been wound and cast on, so it sort of doesn't count as stash enhancement. So I'm told. If you follow the link there are some photos of the yarn in te section entitled Jo's Blog, and you may, or may not, understand why some of that wool had to be liberated in my direction. 

Tomorrow life gets back to almost normal, which means basically bills to pay and an appointment with the ironing board. Ah well, it can't be a holiday every day.