Or Coatbridge, at least.
On Friday, the Beavers seemed to enjoy the experiments I had them do. The one with the celery changing colour if you put it in water plus dye. And I did one which was meant to demonstrate forces by making a balloon rocket.
When my wee cousins turned up to pick up my wee cousin who's a Scout, the youngest one (three) did an impersonation of Lister by doing the Rimmer salute before hitting himself (lightly) on the head and saying, "Ow."
The party last night was fun - even though only three people was there.
I had to teach Stewart and Dave how to play Trumps and Chase the Lady. I couldn't believe they didn't know how to play them! I mean, I've been playing them since I was tiny! With my mum, dad and wee sister when we went on our camping holidays. I miss them. The sound of rain on canvas as you sit inside, warm, playing cards or reading a book... The fun we had at Aberdeen and Inverness and other places... The butteries!
Ah, well, sometimes the Romans don't know things...
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