All of the various relatives are here now, and things have descended quickly into chaos, what with preparations for the party on Sunday and the usual goings on of a household. Joining us last but not least was Hamish, our very own bagpiping Scot. He's been practicing this morning, which, oddly, the cat, Rossini, seemed to enjoy. Not that I didn't enjoy it. Now that its back to the usual BC gloom, bagpipes seem quite fitting.
He came in by way of ferry yesterday evening, so the Ottawa contingent and my grandmother were left to entertain my great aunt Dione, who flew in from Montreal yesterday as well. Its been some years since I saw her, and she seems the same as ever. She's gung ho to watch some sort of horse race this afternoon.
We went to Dinner at my grandmother's, where they really screwed up our reservation, so we sat 6 at a table for four. Having an average age at the table, probably well into the 60s, we weren't the most flexible. Guess who got to get the cramped corner?
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