Toenails and Window Boxes

Belying the autumnal weather on offer this June morning these window boxes put on a brave display at the chosen meeting place for another coffee and chat with a friend after my visit to the chiropodist this morning. It’s a sad state of affairs when going to the chiropodist is akin to going to the farrier to have your hooves  trimmed with a heavy duty nail cutter. They were cut and buffed to perfection as the farrier  chiropodist and I filled in each other’s news and then with a hop skip and a jump it was next door for a reviving cappuccino.

There was a mizzle of rain on the outward journey but after I got back home the sky went black and the rain was like something delivered by a pressure hose. The patio has been well and truly cleaned.

No Scotland , no party , but in Munich today there are thousands of Scots in kilts and there is a huge party. I have a horrible feeling that the party will turn into a wake later tonight, but meantime we dare to believe until we can’t any longer. I don’t know if I can bear to watch the game but if the alternative is another electioneering debate then I might just bite the bullet.