Am really quite tired. Up to Scotland on the train on Monday to sort out wedding things. Jenny's grandad died on Tuesday morning, and so sorted out with work to take the rest of the week off. She was awful upset and I really wanted to be with her. Besides, he's been very good to us as a couple and I was very fond of him. Was asked to take a chord at his funeral on Friday which was very humbling. Lovely service; the McRobbie family plot is in New Aberdour, 40 miles or so north of Aberdeen. Day was beautiful; graveyard overlooked a field of bright yellow oilseed rape to the sea. I drove up to Aberdeen from Selkirk, stopping to pick up her brother from Edinburgh – Jenny's dad had left his car – which was much more tiring than I expected. We obviously missed our train back to London which was to have been on Wednesday, so Jenny bought us plane tickets from Aberdeen to Heathrow. Cost a fortune, but journey of an hour and a half as opposed to eight hours. We've both been at Dennis all weekend doing the work that I missed during the week. Am just home. Mostly finished. Had intended to do some more tonight but am too tired and have to continually correct what I write. Besides, hands sore. Go and have a look at the adorable pictures of Jenny's mum's cat Bonnie in my Flickr photostream.