30th
May 2016 (Monday)
...10.00 I’ve had a pleasant walk, ‘along the beach and roond
the Chapel’, on what is a quiet misty morning;
which should turn
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| Wood pigeon |
into a nice warm day, once the sun burns the mist off.
It will be a grand day for staining
the chairs, though I’ll have to wait until the mist disappears: can’t paint on damp wood. Wellll ... you can, but it’s a waste of time
and paint!
I’m
feeling brighter this morning, but not yet 100% .... the wind will have to change
round to the West before that happens;
however I’m fit enough to do some ‘work’ things.
21.30 Hard to believe but I did quite well as
far as ‘work’ went today; in fact I feel
slightly tired, and will be glad to get orf to bed to read my book. The weather did improve as predicted, and we
ended up with a bonnie afternoon and evening, and I took advantage of it,
mostly by way of weeding the steps up to the Hutte.
I
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| Misty morning |
did get the bike out to go along to Jimmy’s
in the afternoon; Jimmy has been struggling
with ‘walking’ today; he came along t
Ivy, in the car, in the morning for a cuppa, but didn’t attempt his “Alice’s
Seat” walk. When Jimmy was leaving, a
lad came up with two wee kids, one of whom was lagging behind, by about 4
metres or so. Anyway when she got to
about a metre short of where I was standing speaking to Jimmy she says to me “on
you go”, so I stepped back to let her past... “on you go” she says again, so I
stepped further back... “on you go” she said again: I realised that there was no way this bairn
was going to pass me unless I did the “on you go” thing; she, a wee lassie about 4 years old I’d imagine, was letting me past, so that she
could go on up the pavement. There
was plenty room, to pass, Mum and the other wee one had already done so, but
that was not the point; she wanted to
let me
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| Sunny afternoon |
pass, and that was it! Anyway off
she went happy that I done as she wanted:
I suspect Mum or Dad, uses “on you go” at home! It situations like this that you miss,
when the village is ‘empty’ .... and
doesn’t have children in it. She reminded
me very much of Emily, my Granddaughter, at that age! Now I feel auld .... Emily is now ... er....
twenty five (ish)!
This
morning when I woke up I thought I’d ‘popped my clogs’; I couldn’t feel any sair bits... nae pain, as
in ... anywhere. It just shows you how
stressful growing old can be!
Photographs
: Top – Wood pigeon giving me the “wha ocht you ma laud” look, Middle – the
Cockstail rocks on a misty morning, and Bottom – it was all ‘go’, in the sunshine
after noon!
