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Last night was the school auction of promises. We had made a modest donation of some sausages but I hadn't planned on buying much so I left the cheque book at home. So how come I ended up spending 拢175? I am now the proud owner of a picture of the North shore, an internet book and Nick Bristol's very impressive book 'From Clan to Regiment', which deals with 600 years of the Coll MacLeans military history. It is not a small book. In fact it is almost thicker than the school bench I was sitting on was high. Just as well the mulled wine kept my mind off my aching back. I expect tws will run a virtual auction in the new year, but he will have to go some to find some odder offerings than the ones we were offered, including a session for six in a hot tub, a golf lesson for an 8 to 12 year old, a tour of Coll in a mini moke and lamb tagine for six. The last lot was keenly contested by Angus and Angus. The auctioneer would have found it easier if they weren't sitting next door to each other. Over 拢2000 was raised (as long as I take my cheque down) for school funds, hopefully to get some higher benches.

On the hair front, I am wallowing in compliments from people who say it looks good. I am sure they are all lying through their teeth but my self esteem has never been higher, so keep them coming. I'm heading south for the feasting season and relative round, so hopefully I'll get some more approval.

Olvin is already south because his Gran is ill, so I have to take the train! I haven't been on a train since I was 22 (and grey). The internet may be a wonderful thing, but it took about three times as long to sort out a route and buy a ticket as the actual journey is supposed to take. And I got stung for paying using plastic, when it is the only way they take the money for the advance ticket, so why can't they say that is what the ticket will cost. Anyway, it is cheaper to buy one ticket from Oban to Glasgow and get another from Glasgow to Peterborough, although it does mean a night in Glasgow and an early start. I hate cities. And I'm going to an internet-free zone, so no more blogs until next year. Happy Christmas.