tea at the tennis

I'm not at the tennis - that is, the Australian Open - but we've been watching on TV, and enjoying the wins by Aussies, particularly Lleyton Hewitt and Bernard Tomic, who, as it turns out, will be playing Roger Federer tonight. The weather is hot and looks like it may produce some thunderstorms. Young Tomic (about to turn 20) has revered Federer since he was a youngster but is not fazed by the fact that he's going to play him tonight.

We are nearly at the end of January, and there is change in the wind. Laird Peter and I celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary a few days ago and his birthday, and my birthday is on Australia Day. The day before is Robbie Burns' birthday so we have ordered a haggis (which is now in our fridge) and will have my sisters and their partners here for a Burns' dinner. We will serve it with neeps and tatties and a whisky sauce. We are also making Atholl Brose (very interesting) and will serve Tipsy Laird for dessert. We plan to recite 'Ode to a Haggis' and provide some appropriate music for the occasion.

Just recently we purchased some new reclining chairs (we both have back and hip problems) so in a few weeks will have the most gorgeous Stressless chairs in a lovely shade of bright green.

My sister's dry-witted partner commented that he could see Laird Peter and I parked in our gorgeous chairs on our plots of land in Glencoe Wood. Now, there's a picture!
Ah, and if you're new to this blog, go and check out these gorgeous plots for sale at www.highlandtitles.com

Now, back to the tennis. Rafael Nadal, who just won against another Spaniard in straight sets is wearing our shade of green.