It’s been a strange weekend. The war of attrition on the remaining boxes is coming towards its end. There are still more books and more pictures than there is space for but we’ll get there. Yesterday we went with some old friends from Portadown to a dinner in Dunkeld – part of a weekend for a group of surgeons from Northern Ireland. As always there were people we knew and people who knew people we knew and a former pupil of my father’s. I said Grace – and then watched the surgeons swapping their plates of venison around so that they got their meat well done or rare as they wished. This evening we went to a performance of a children’s musical in Dunblane. It was great – particularly good to see lots of children around the church and totally enjoying the buzz and excitement of it all.