All change

Here in the UK we've had a bit of a wake up call. I'm referring to the clouds of ash from Iceland's erupting volcano of course. Nature shaking an angry fist at those who presume to rule her world.

We had a son marooned on a North Sea oil platform, another son whose fishing holiday in Florida had to be aborted at the last moment and a local friend whose long awaited trip to Venice also had to be aborted.

On Monday I ventured out on a sales trip - stocking up the Wester-Ross shops with our card...