Results!
For the third year in a row I found myself this morning sitting in bed drinking tea as eight o'clock approached, wondering if my grandchildren would think of sharing their SQA results when they got the texts which - for them at least - have replaced the brown envelopes of my youth. I have to confess to being immensely proud of both Catriona (4 As at Advanced Higher) and Alan (3 As and 2 Bs at Higher) both of whom did let us know right away; there was also a photo taken of Catriona looking at her phone as it approached the time - 9am for her, as she's in Paris with the family now - beside a metro in Montmartre. Also in the news today was our #1 son's new job - as Hold the Front Page reported:
A former daily editor who stepped down last year has returned to the journalism frontline in a senior role with Reach plc.
Neil McIntosh is to be the new editor-in-chief for the publisher's Scottish operations and will also edit the Daily Record, it was announced today. I have to confess it's been an effort sitting on that one for a while!
Having stashed all that information away to cheer me up, I went down for breakfast and actually did very little all morning other than scroll through various media on my phone and remember to do my Italian before I lost all my extra points. I did, however, phone Inverclyde Hospital Ophthalmology department about my eye, which may turn out to be another little gift from the virus that keeps on giving - the blocked tear duct has become hard and sore and swollen. They were very sympathetic; I was put through to the nurses in the clinic and advised on the first steps to take and told to ring back if things got worse.
In the afternoon the rain seemed less and the wind had dropped and we decided, in the light of our forthcoming week on Arran, to take our walking boots out for a wee hike. We decided on a nice rough track up the left side of Glen Massan, to avoid the necessity to walk on tarmac yet again. At first my boots felt awful - I've been walking with bare feet in little more than sandshoes recently and I felt hot-footed (ha! I like that!) and cramped by the socks - but was glad to note that by the time we'd walked a mile or so they were back to being the old faithfuls that I've walked in for years.
The photo comes from the upper part of the track, where there was fantastic moss - bright green and the red of velvet curtains - as well as far more trees than I remember. The path was clearly less used than before, and the way down to what we call "The Emma Thomson path" was blocked by a barrier and seemed impassable. (The actress owns one of the houses we pass before the path goes onto the hillside). We did just over 3 miles of fairly rough terrain and were totally knackered by the end of it.
And that was that. Our family - both generations of them - never cease to amaze me. The last word came from Alan in the later part of the evening, having been signed by the football team he's been trialling for. They all grow in all sorts of ways while I feel increasingly diminished. That's the two examinees in the extra photo.
What a day!
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