There are five of us little piglets, as we used to be known. I'm the middle child of the syndrome. We go girl, boy, girl, boy, girl - lefthanded, righthanded, lefthanded, righthanded, lefthanded. Anyway, my older sister and brother have a touch of the traveller about them. Older brother lives in America, arriving there via Canada, Mexico, Chile and Wales whilst older sister is, next week, moving to Spain but has also lived in a variety of countries including Wales, Majorca and Germany. 
Big Bruv, Chris, has invented an innovative oil-drilling machine called The Roustabout (see picture to the left - it's the blue bit, and look at the Roustabout link for info if you're in need of one for your oilfield).
Big Sis, Lynne, is going to live in the middle of Spain - this is her brand, spanking new house - where the weather is always hot, hot, hot. She's got about 20 'O'-levels, 8 'A'-levels, umpteen degrees and is a perpetual student because she can! She's dead clever, our Lynney.
Not a lot to report re the barn, except it's progressing well. Lots of debris flying around in the wind today, including Steve's helmet, but they kept on working. Stalwarts, they are.
Brain-wise, had a very tired and headachey day today after yesterday's exertions (please note that back seat passenger, 5 minute stroll on the beach and taking pictures are exertions to a subba) so had to sleep today and Fiona said I was grumpy - how very dare she........
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Hi sis, you cheeky thing. My brain's long since gone. I blame it on the weather (or the Spanish vino).
I'll send you lots of nice pikkies when we get there.
Luv big sis.
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