No swimming. No fandangling.

Swimming: No km. No incidents.

Had a leisurely morning doing a few leisurely chores, none of which involved the window washing fandangle. Phew! That was a close shave with potential OCD. And I'm going away for the weekend, and I will NOT be bringing it with me.

On the Uncle A front, he has been out and about by himself. His physiotherapist told him to. After all, his legs are fine. He'll be ready to go out in his new car (as a passenger) next week.

I popped into the doc's for a blood test. The attendants at the pool have been suspicious about my swimming prowess belying my advanced age, that they have requested a drugs test. (Just kidding!)

I am a bit squeamish with blood tests, and tend to look away and jabber non stop. The young woman, who looked about 20, got a word in edgeways to mention her two kids... Two kids?? I guess she still could have been 20... I Iooked around to tell her this, at just the wrong moment and saw a BIG needle in my arm. Whoops!

Popped into town for a jaunt. I was reminded the other day of the lovely ceiling of the Main Branch of the taxpayer owned RBS, and so I popped in to get a shot.

On the bus today there was a grandfather and two toddler grandchildren, sitting on the top front two bus seats. They were on the way to the museum. The wee lad kept up a constant chatter about everything.

'Grandad?'
'Yeeees...'
'Have you seen two motorbikes tied together?'
'No. Have you?'
'Yes!'
It was a motorbike with a sidecar.

As the bus winged round a corner fairly fast, he squealed excitedly,
'I like when the bus goes round corners. It makes my head and my eyes go wiggly. And my stomach.'

That's just how I feel, but haven't yet resorted to squealing it out!