Walking the Dog

This was the sort of day that prompted me to say at the beginning of the year that I no longer wanted to have the hassle of looking for a blip on a day when there was none apparently forthcoming.
And not one was there until this little boy walked the family’s puppy bulldog past my window. Result.

I was in town this morning to meet up with a friend who bussed up from Kelso for a spot of retail therapy in Edinburgh. It is over 50 years since we first met as very naive young Mothers in the Lanarkshire industrial town of Hamilton, finding ourselves there because our respective husbands worked for the aero research division of Rolls Royce in the area. Suffice it to say it was an extreme culture shock for both of us, coming from the bustling cities of Aberdeen and Edinburgh and we quickly became friends. Although we lost touch for a number of years when we both moved away, we found each other again about 6 years ago and it was as though we had never been apart. It says a lot for our initial friendship and compatibility.

We had a lovely two hours catching up on news with lots of laughter. The next time we meet we’ll allow the men in our lives to join in, but today it was ladies only.