Wild Goose Chase

Today my mobile phone battery died. It has needed frequent charging for a while. I charged it up only yesterday.

This necessitated a wild goose chase into town.

On the way down, the bus was late. There was an older woman and a young woman already waiting. They didn’t know each other. Chit chat about the weather led to the older woman mentioning she was worried about the storm coming and being able to fly home (England) so of course I mentioned my anxiety about Friday’s weather and my safari. We all got to talking about our travels. Between us, we’d been just about everywhere. We were all round the world before the bus eventually came. But I didn’t mind this time.

When I got off in town, I was walking along, and someone tapped my shoulder. It was the young woman from the bus stop, who had got off there too.

‘Have a great trip,’ she said. Nice.

I knew it was a wild goose chase, because I’ve tried it before with camera batteries - shops just can’t hold the huge variety of batteries for every eventuality.

However, I went into ALL the phone shops along Princes Street - ie every third shop. Every fourth shop had a beggar sitting in front. Anyway, no joy. Some people just looked at me as if I was mad to even ask such a silly question.

One chap did suggest a wee shop along at the Waverley Steps (which are now, thankfully, the Waverley Escalators). He did have some, but he didn’t have my type of phone.

I gave up and went and amused myself at the ice rink - on terra firma, I hasten to add - though I reckon I could manage those wee blades they fix on to kids’ shoes. Also stood for while watching the carousels go round. It must be such fun to take kids on them for the first time. And indeed the second time.

Off to visit Uncle A this evening. Mince pies might be eaten…

Two more sleeps…