A mile a minute, standing still...

No, not driving. Just getting ready for the wedding tomorrow.

The rehearsal went off pretty well; tomorrow it'll be the real thing.

Getting grandson Mathew to look at me is no easy task. It made my thoughts turn momentarily to my grandfather, who died in my second year of life. Did I avoid his gaze when he was trying to get a good look at me?

More when there is some time.

Cheers...