And a quick update to wish Amy a very happy 17th birthday.

As I type it has just occured to me that I was reading Melville’s “Moby Dick” when Kirstin was expecting Amy and when she went into labour I put the novel aside and never did pick it up again.  So it is Amy’s fault that I’ve never read the book.

Tomorrow Amy and I go through to Glasgow where she will be taking a look around Glasgow University, which is a bit of a scunner really as it presages both of my wee girls being grown-up.

Mind you, maybe that means that I’ll finally get some peace to read Moby Dick.

Happy Birthday Amy!