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This is my bedtime cup of sleep tea in my pretty lapwing mug with my Iona bookmark behind it and it's a cop out emergency blip.
My true blip today is in as an extra.
I enjoyed watching the match this afternoon and took some pictures of the screen, with the BBC logo on them, so no copyright issues I don't think. I was really rather pleased with them, there is one of the Calcutta Cup too. In the '90s I took my class of visually impaired children to Murrayfield to meet the Scottish team. We had a wonderful time, the children loved meeting the squad and they completely spoiled us. They took my pupils out on the pitch, and encouraged them to run (quite a challenge for children with very limited or no vision) and score a try!
The highlight for me was the Calcutta Cup which was there. We came home with a signed rugby ball which we raffled within the school - to make sure a pupil won it
I couldn't go to Murrayfield today - although my sister did, she also featured in one of the shots of the tv screen, (her season ticket seat is in the front row in the West stand by the North end goal line so she's easy to spot). Watching the match was the highlight of my day and so the obvious subject for my blip - but then I wondered and worried and remembered blips being removed and couldn't remember why, so I copped out and you get my mug! I thought the end of the match, handshaking shot looked like a country dance! It was a good match, nail biting stuff.
Listening to the singing of Flower of Scotland at the start was quite emotional, what a swell of voices . When we lived in Wester Coates from 1984-94, we lived in the garden flat of a beautiful house which Ronnie Browne had lived in and divided. I thought of that today and how it must feel to have written something and for it to have become so big. If he still lived in that house he could have opened the windows and listened or sung along.
I do miss the folk club type venues of my yoof! Informal gatherings with people playing guitars, whistles and fiddles and the audience singing along. That was when I first heard Flower of Scotland, I think in the Dollar Inn, people used to travel from quite an area. There were several such venues in Edinburgh too. Ah well! I am sad that so many traditional songs have disappeared from the awareness of the current generations though.
Clearly I'm getting old!
Keep safe folks