Finishing Tuesday

I didn't realize that getting an internet signal would be so difficult.
Tuesday at lunch, Mary and I split some Haddock. The first bite she took was full of bones, so she discretely spit it out in her napkin and then dropped it on the floor. (I didn't see it or I would have been appalled! And if my father had seen it, he would have not been happy). So about 10 minutes later, the owner and his dog are walking through the restaurant and the dog ran over to our table and stayed under there a few moments and the owner was looking very puzzled about why his dog was being disobedient. Later Mary said he was enjoying the fish bones she spit out. Dad was NOT amused.

After lunch we drove straight on to Oban. Oban is a all tourists. I have never seen so many B&Bs in such a small area. It is the gateway to some of the smaller islands and right on the water. We drove to our B&B and checked in. Dad got the kings room. It was a double room with large long windows overlooking the sea. HE was very happy. Mary and I were put in the back in a room in the new wing. It was ok, but nothing like Dad's palatial room. Mary was sitting on the little couch in our room sipping some wine and said "if you sit on the corner of the couch, you get an ocean view!"
Mary and I tried to get to Oban for a tour, but they were just closing the distillery, so we walked around the shops. Amazingly, everything closes between 4 and 5pm. I would think that because it is a tourist town, the shops would be open later. We did find a shop that was having a sale on cashmere and we found Dad a v-neck XXL!!!!! The only one of its size we have seen!!!!! We bought it and some hankies (he didn't bring enough and they aren't made well in the US). So he was very happy. (this was before dinner).
We drank a glass of wine while waiting for the taxi looking out of Dad's window. Then Mike showed up. (he goes off duty usually). He was worried that we hadn't gotten the message about us having dinner reservations at his friend's restaurant and came to get us.
We had dinner on the water at a fish restaurant. It took some time getting seated as dad chatted with the owner and his son about their new Astin Martin outside.
Dad is doing well with the cane, but has decided that he is bad enough that he needs a hip replacement. GOOD! He tells Mary that he may not live through the operation, but that is just fear talking. Interesting to me that he doesn't say that to me.
MoRE later. signal is weak.