Well, here I am playing the music, the sun shining down benignly, peace and calm around. Now.

Off this morning, sharp as a pin, dressed to impress and wearing the Calcutta Light Horse tie. (Oh come on, you all know about the CLH - surely. If not, please ask) Doing my mentoring job with a Student who has some problems. That was good. He’s a nice young person.

Then Herself’s Doctor brother plus one son visits. Lots of ‘war stories’ from my time as an undergraduate in Cambridge and an Officer Cadet - and later on in business. Then they saw a pic of me in my kilt so I got them to try one on. ‘Oh, isn’t it heavy!’ Yup. That’s why it looks so good.

Why do people wear trousers when they go walking? A kilt is so much more comfortable.

T’other son was up at Cambridge and last year asked for help. Doctor Dad has a different knowledge base and asked if I could help. So I did. And had a load of fun doing it. Well, the work I did earned a Star First. Now you might say that was unfair because I did the work - not him. But he had enough nouse to ask me. Hmm. Whatever. To me it’s my Star First.

White van appears outside - ding-dong. Bottle of malt whisky and two crystal glasses from my apologetic bank - and that on top of the three figure sum into my a/c last week. Cool.

Herself is off tomorrow to visit bereaved Mother. Not easy. Doctor brother says that if a close loved one dies - move the furniture. Otherwise the close person will get ‘flash-backs’ - and think they’re going mad. I never thought about that. The mind is a wonderful thing.

I’m ingesting small but significant quantities of malt whisky and have about run out of steam after all that. So what is today’s thought?

People are funny. We are all driven by our perception of others - not by the facts. If I think you are rude - then for me, you are rude. The fact that you did not intend to be rude and can’t understand where I’m coming from is irrelevant.

Work with other people’s perceptions and manage your own perceptions of others. Easy? Never. Vital? Always. Sleep tight my friends - Dad