Flea Market

How quickly Sundays seem to come around these days.  Time is fluid after a certain age and can no longer be considered regular. Sometimes hours seem like days while a week can pass in the blink of an eye. 

Sunday followed a fairly predictable pattern- The Laura Kuenssberg programme was watched after a fashion before rushing off for coffee and a week’s debriefing with the Merry Widows’ Coven. Decluttering was discussed at length, as was the impatience of youth with our slowness at learning new internet tricks. 

A quick hot cross bun back home before I sallied forth to Summerhall where LeeAnne and the Fabulous Moira had a stall in the flea market taking place there. Obviously a flea market is the last place one would go to buy if decluttering is on the agenda and indeed much of what was on sale is exactly what I want to get rid of. Still it was lovely to have a conversation with Moira and LeeAnne surrounded by hats and shoes and clutter.

Porty daughter has phoned to say she will cycle up to me for a cuppa which will give me a good excuse not to watch the Scotland v Ireland rugby match. I can only hope the result doesn’t match the rout of England by France yesterday, but you just never know with Scotland. Fingers crossed though, that it is a good match.