Return to Reality

Back to ‘auld claes and cauld porritch’ today and the sun is nowhere to be seen to cheer my mood. Certainly with reality returning, the calorie intake has to be curtailed and so I legged it down to M&S for loose vegetables to make a sausage stew.
In the process I bumped into daughter #1 who was in town to return the hire car which had caused her so much grief and anxiety to drive because of its size and the fact it was more like a computer on wheels than a mechanical object. It was a car designed badly (we thought) by a man for men.  It was big and wide and everything was done by push buttons and remote control. At least a key doesn’t  need a battery . We wondered what would happen if the battery in the remote control failed. She now knows to ask for a car to fit a small lady with a spanking new bus pass.

The morning passed chopping vegetables and sewing a bamboo towelling changing robe while workmen dismantled the slabs from the balconies above to rejig the drainage. Every 4 minutes there was a loud thump as a heavy slab lowered on a rope hit the ground outside the window. It was a short working day as they seemed to finish before 3 pm.

The leaves are accumulating in deep drifts now. My only blip of the day was taken as I got off the bus at Quartermile in Lauriston Place looking back at the leaves gathering on the ground.