Blossom Sunday

I’ve adopted a new word today- FIKA - Swedish speak for an interlude of Coffee and chat with maybe a baked bun or biscuit to accompany it. Sounds just my scene. Today FIKA happened in sunny Morningside in the home of the Merry Widow with the new hip. She’s doing really well and short of seeing her scar we found out how her experience had been and more specifically, how to put on the grim white compression socks she has to wear on her own. They are hard to put on at the best of times without factoring in a replacement hip, but our Val has found a way.

We always have a lively discussion about how the world presents itself to us  from the vantage point of being OBE*. Let’s just say we don’t really understand what makes or doesn’t make the younger generation tick. As for Trump and the US, words always fail us.

I walked to Morningside and I walked back still under blue skies but with more of a wind and some clouds. The cherry blossom in the Meadows is ready to burst into full throttle so to speak but already the gardens on my walk sported  magnolia bushes in full glory  and the ubiquitous cherry trees looking wonderful under the blue sky

There are cloudy skies now and no one is sitting on the Meadows- it feels rather chilly. I am indoors having chopped and chopped my heart out to make a sausage stew big enough to last a week and then watched the Oxford/Cambidge Boat Race while having a large G&T to celebrate Cambridge’s Victory. I would have poured myself the same even if Oxford had won. I am not partisan to either side.


* Over Bl**dy Eighty