The drive back was without much incident, and I was reasonably comfortable, draped from head to toe in the old duvet, the cloth tied around my nose and all, as Benny was quite calm, having been force fed with the pulped fresh ginger again. I must say, I was not convinced that it would work on a dog, but it did, and the poor mite was I think very much relieved that his woes were a little less.
It might not have been the most comfortable, or enjoyable two and a half days of their stay, but I think it would be remembered and laughed about for years to come, and Irma were going to find the teasing because of her disgust with the sleeping arrangements quite taxing, I thought.
That night the girls were staying with me at the hotel, where we would play pool and board games till Irma came back from her date with Ally. She was all spruced up, looking very pretty with her hair all shiny and her lippy on When I first came to Scotland I found it a strange saying, the lippy, and I thought that it only meant lipstick, but with time I found out that it means the whole kaboedel, from the moisturiser to the rouge. And of course the lipstick.
Irma had a lovely time with Ally, who took her on a deer hunt, and all the mystery and romance of such an experience showed on her face when they came back. I could see that she was much taken with her beau, who met all the standards that she had set for a mate, and that is bushy brows, nice big, strong hands, a decent pair of feet, as she hated small delicate feet on a man, and a good height.
Ally, the spitting image of Charlie Sheen, was also looking very happy, and they made a lovely couple, as he was one very handsome laddie. The only problem with this was that Irma and the girls were leaving in two days time, and chances that a relationship would develop was extremely thin, as I did not think that Irma could afford to come again.
I had to work the next day, but Ally came to pick the mum and kids up and took them on a tour of the fish farm where he worked, which they all enjoyed, and later they went into Crieff for a meal.
all good things have to end, and it was four very quiet beings in the wee Panda when I drove them to the Stirling train station the next day. For me it was absolutely wonderful to show all my best and treasured spots to my family, who had now all been to visit, and as I stood waving at the disappearing train, the tears spilled uncontrolably!