Really? Has three months passed already?

Since my last post I have been busy busy busy - when am I not?! I spent New Year in Edinburgh with friends, tried my hand at snowboarding on real Scottish snow at Nevis Range in February and got promoted to Vince Cable's taxi driver in March - who else can boast such a list?!

Obviously the highlight of the last few months for me has been the Six Nations. Although I may be a Scotland supporter I still find enjoyment in watching the successes of other teams and carrying out post mortems on the slightly more mediocre performances of Scotland. Now we, in the Scottish rugby fraternity, are awaiting two announcements: when's Hadden going to be sacked and who's going to replace him? Personally, I'm confident I know the answer to both of those questions but in the event I don't I've blagged a meeting with some SRU bigwigs as I accompany John to a constituency meeting on Thursday!


So the weekend before last was Scottish Conference in Lib Dem land. It was held in Perth this year, somewhere I haven't spent a whole lot of time. Day one for me was quite a hectic one, as I zoomed up and down the M90. The main reason for this was that I ended up being asked to chauffeur Vince Cable to-and-fro for the day. Obviously, it goes without saying that this was an absolute privilege but, as with every 'VIP' visit, time-frames are tight and there's a lot of pressure to deliver your 'VIP' with care! Vince and his wife Rachel were absolutely lovely. They are now the latest LibDem royalty in a long line who have been subjected to my chauffeurial services - I am afterall the local choice! (petty LibDem joke there, sorry for all you non-LibDems!)

Yesterday was Mother's Day - I hope you all remembered?! In a twist of fate it was agreed that Granny, Grandpa, Mum and Dad would all come over to mine to have sunday roast. The catch was that Granny and Grandpa weren't prepared for this, dad having told them that 'a table in an exclusive restaurant had been booked'. I got up at the crack of dawn (which for a sunday equates to 8:30am) and donned my 'domestic goddess' hat - a metaphorical hat. First I cobbled together a semi-complicated Apple sponge from my Dr Oetker baking book. As with everything in this book it was all in the presentation, however I felt my efforts had been vindicated when dad remarked 'gosh it looks just like the photo in the book!' Then it was onto the timing intricacies of cooking a roast. Roast lamb was on the menu following a somewhat surreal visit to my local butcher who explained to me about the finer points of Black-faced Techsol cross-bred sheep. It all went to plan as the morning progressed and ultimately the mystery restaurant was guessed by Granny, who arrived promptly with the rest of the crew at 1pm. I think Granny and Grandpa were quite chuffed to have finally visited Chateau Bev after having heard various reports from other family members.

This evening I'm sitting doing work of all things - a terrible state of affairs. I think I've slightly overdone it with annual leave in April and I'm going to be really pressed for time on my current projects if I don't forego a few evenings. Nevermind. The evening has been fairly relaxed though, having enjoyed an episode of Ballykissangel, Mrs Henderson Presents and now Notting Hill. 'This yoghurt tastes funny...!' The holidays I speak of are two forthcoming events that I am very much looking forward to: first comes Danielle and Ben's wedding, which is gonna be an awesome reunion and then comes my wee city break to Vienna - somewhere I've wanted to visit forever.

Seeing as I've been sitting with a keyboard on my lap for the best part of five hours now, excluding my desktop at work obviously, I think I'll stop there for now. At least I've finished from somewhere I can start off from next time though - tune in next time for the wedding and holiday banter!