Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Ticking them off ...

It was strange this morning to waken up to a dry world again, after the torrential rain at bedtime - the streets were dry, the garden only slightly deranged. I went out to rescue a couple of roses on the grounds that I'd rather enjoy them indoors than agonise over their demise outside, but other than that I just left well alone. Actually, that gives an impression of a calm normality to my morning, which is what I set out to enjoy, but found myself galvanised into phoning the hospital at Braehead to sort out a consultation appointment as directed by my GP. I then found out that the GP surgery office are short of people to type things up and I'm going to have to try in the morning ...

Let us not think on't, as Shakespeare said somewhere, on the ground that "'twill make us mad"... Because all this had me sitting down to breakfast rather late, I felt I was chasing my tail for the rest of the morning and ended up once again not having any lunch because I had to be out before 1.30pm. This was because I'd agreed a while back to give a talk on some 20th Century Scottish poetry to a U3A meeting - that's what the photo shows today. Clearly I didn't take it ... There was a smallish group, and I had decided to treat it like a class lesson rather than a lecture, so they're sitting at tables with their own copies of the poems to annotate at will. I thoroughly enjoyed myself - after all, teaching poetry was my favourite activity when I was working - and by their remarks at the end I think the "class" enjoyed it too. I ended by reading Margaret Hamilton's marvellous Lament for a Lost Dinner Ticket to them - if you don't know it, do look it up and have a bash for yourself. I'd particularly like to hear how Wildwood or Bluebell get on with it and if they achieve a Glasgow accent!

I was actually quite worn out by the end of the hour-long meeting; we staggered back up the road from the Borough Hall, which is just across the road and down a hill from our house and had  a cup of tea and an oatcake to make up for lunch. Then we had a brief and rather grim walk round West Bay - the afternoon had turned very dreich - and came home feeling ... windblown.

So that's two calendar items ticked off for now; tomorrow we'll be over the other side and back; then there's Edinburgh ... and some time I'll need to fit in time to have some kind of treatment on this tear duct. But for tonight, I intend being in bed before midnight. Just for a change.

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