Scottish Restaurant & with water or not

It's starting to become a habit this writing a blog. Should it be a capital letter, is Blog a noun? I'm not keen on Facebook as it seems a little trite, talking about popping out to the shops.
I didn't know about these things until I began to read Quick Sketch's 'How to be an Inspiration', and enjoyed his writing. I had wanted to chat to him but found it hard to get over the wheel chair thing. I have a few friends in chairs and it hasn't effected me, but with Quick Sketch it did, however I wanted to know more about him, the man without the chair if you like. So I asked Polly, his wife, and she pointed me in the direction of his Blog. 'It's not about the bike' is a favourite book of mine for many reasons, and it showed me it shouldn't be about the illness.

I only wrote my Blog for my wife, thinking I would do one entry and that would be it, as she knew most of my news anyway. But I found you can put other stuff in there, things you don't really want to talk about, and maybe she can read it and think about it before making a comment. Sometimes it's easier to write things down than to say them, and you can get them in some order so they make sense. I don't always say the right thing, and often get in trouble with my family and friends for being tactless, but I get a chance to push the delete button with this.

Made a big mistake today when a friend from church phoned to ask me what I needed in the way of prayer support. There are people in our church who are going through tough times, a young girl - Gabriella's friend-who nearly died last week and others like me who have problems. So I spoke about the doctor saying the drug I'm on lasting on average six months, and that I was still, three weeks later, upset by this as I was led to believe it would work for longer. I went into an in-depth conversation about my options when this drug stopped working, and how it was getting me down. I asked for people to pray that it would be effective for a lot longer than he had said, for me to regain my positivity and thanked the friend for calling before putting the phone down. I honestly thought I was alone in the room when the call came through, but then I heard my 16 year old daughter Gabriella crying. She was there sitting quietly and overheard the entire conversation, and we hadn't told her what the doctor had said. I felt and still feel awful now many hours later about making her cry. You try to protect your family from the effects of your illness as best you can, try to be upbeat and lighthearted, but I've messed it up today, and I'd like to start today again so I can leave the answer machine on to deal with the calls. See what I mean about the delete button?

Melanie has been particularly unwell today. She was up throughout the night and probably has a virus. I have tried to sort the girls out, but Rosanna managed to disable the newly installed burglar alarm on her one trip to the kitchen. I have told her not to let any burglars know how to do it. I fixed it eventually when I was going round putting all the clocks back one hour. Why do we have to do this every year? It is such a chore when you have long case clocks as they won't wind backwards. So, unable to work the cooker- a personal failing I readily admit- and one which provides my darling wife with all the power in our house- I travelled to the Scottish Restaurant to 'cook' tea for them all. A Big Mac later and they were all happy, except Melanie , a veggie, who is starving her fever and refusing to eat anything I cook other than toast. You have seen Melanie holding Samara in my other post. Samara is the 6 week old baby daughter of our friends Veronica and Christopher. Melanie was desperate to visit her and delighted for our friends, although they were finding it tough when she cried day and night. She has grown up now, 9 weeks old, and has become a joy simply by sleeping through the night. I sleep through the night if not woken by a sick wife, but nobody thinks I am a joy. Anyway, Samara is much prettier than me so I thought I might put her picture here in my Blog.

Thinking ahead to December/January, the whisky will be single malt, at around £60 -£80 a bottle, sourced from a specialist shop on the South Bank near where the illusionist David Blain hung in his glass box ( or did he? ) probably at my house if I am well enough to host, with notes provided by the said shop. Needs a bit more research by me first so that the presentation can be delivered in a semi professional way. Last time the audience was around 20 men- no women invited mainly because we don't want to encourage 'that sort of thing'- and it was an enjoyable evening for those who came. We drank a few bottles and it was a good evening for not a lot of money, tasting different quality drinks that we might not have paid for otherwise individually, being that we are all poor. It is still spoken about as a good night, I thought it was last year, but apparently it wasn't, it was three years ago. Got to line up a presentationalist , someone with recent speaking experience and a sense of humour. Not necessarily a Scotsman either, as they are a bit too serious about the 'with water or ice' thing.

Anyway you will be pleased to read that, yet again, this Blog was created during the early hours without the assistance of pain relief, and that I have enjoyed writing it.
Cathartic- does this mean I have gone from the evangelical church to the Pope's all new Church of England Renegades Accepting Catholic Church?