Oats From Scotland The World Over

Panic and speculation over.
The good news that I extracted from yesterday's recall to the doctor to discuss my blood results, is that I should live a bit longer, albeit with slightly less certainty than when I was 20 years younger. Now why does that not surprise me.

The older you get with the same old parameters other than the age one, the greater the chance of being struck down by a stroke or heart disease.

But I've put off going down the statin route for the time being, and his Lordship has had to put his powers of attorney form back in the drawer; there appears to be life in the old dog ( I prefer that word to the female equivalent) yet, and while I have reached my best by date, I haven't yet got to my definitely sell by date.

Today we have our first and only Christmas party in the company of the other Lothians and Borders CTC cyclists in The Merchants Golf Club rather than a chilly village hall where we usually meet on our cycle runs.

It will be good to see everyone in their glad rags and divested of the unbecoming lycra and fluorescent hi viz jackets. I'm always surprised to see how well they scrub up when the occasion demands.

The chat will no doubt encompass cranks, hubs, gearing, sprockets, miles, but we will also talk about memories of those members no longer with us and remember them with smiles.

I'm off now to squeeze into my glad rags and scrub up.