Molly is settling in nicely.
So far, the novely of so many people around outweighs the hassle of it.
And then, after tonight’s rehearsal for the Institution, I found myself in The Tappit Hen, chatting with members of the congregation, listening to a folk band, and really wishing I’d eaten before drinking that glass of wine.
I may still stumble over Dun-blane/Dun-oon, but I have no doubt I’m in a different world.
I hope all goes well on Thursday, my prayers are with you as you start life in Dunblane.