Balloch Then Billy
We headed back up to Balloch this afternoon for a family lunch at our favourite Chinese restaurant. I wouldn't say the food is better than any other Chinese restaurant, but it has sentimental attachments for myself and Mrs Z. Yes, it was where we ate on that night, fourteen years ago when we got engaged. And it was what Mummy Z chose to do this weekend as part of Mother's Day celebrations. So we went as a family and, as usual, the waitresses made a big fuss of the children. This, I can tell you, is the way to a big tip.
Afterwards we went for a stroll along the swan-infested shoreline at Loch Lomond and then on to the main street, but that was curtailed when the youngest Zedette complained about a sore toe. This is the same sore toe that caused us to cancel his Saturday morning swimming lesson today and I'm starting to think a trip to the doctor will be required. In the meantime I sought advice from the pharmacist in Balloch. She couldn't have been more helpful and, as well as some ointment, she even game me the number for the NHS out-of-hours service "just in case".
So, we contented ourselves with being home birds tonight and finally got around to watching the Billy Connolly film The Man Who Sued God on DVD. We had heard mixed reports about this flick, but it was fairly enjoyable in a quiet sort of way.
And now, time to change all the clocks. Can't believe it's British Summer Time already. I must look out my shorts.
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