Flames

I really didn’t feel like yoga after an early morning shop to buy the ingredients for a (cheats) cheesecake I had rashly promised to make for P’s bash on Monday. As ever oftentimes the things you don’t want to do turn out to be unmissable. J really is one of the best teachers, I adore her tattoos and tall gracefulness. 
Back home I met some of neighbours and caught up with the drama of last night/very early this morning. K (who mercifully was having a restless night) noticed someone trying all the car doors in the car park. She phoned the police and within 5 minutes, she said, they were onsite apprehending a chap who was sitting inside a vehicle. A one-off incident I’m sure, living here is nearly always uneventful, but lovely.
Quick lunch and a turn around to get to the first session of Flames – a theatre company for the over 50s based in the very cool Centre for Contemporary Arts. The room we used overlooks the twice fire destroyed Glasgow School of Art and the old ABC cinema. I was agnostic about the drama workshop, and in fact the decision not to participate was made for me, the performance coincides with a family break at Crieff Hydro (things do come around again, and again) and for two of the rehearsals I will be far, far away in the Akamas National Park.
By 5pm the footballers were no longer swelling the city streets, presumably ensconced in Hampden Park, 50k of them and no social distancing – said the man in Tiso who kindly gave me a student discount on my mountain first aid kit. The future is not unforeseeable.
Anyways the biscuit base is made, with ginger nuts for a bit of a kick, and I’ll endeavour to do the lemony non-cheese creamy bit when I get off the hill tomorrow.