Five ladies of a certain age waiting for the bus

Had a wee job to do in Bruntsfield so took the long way round (via bus) and Oh look! There's the camera shop! I'll just pop in to check out macro lenses prices...

I've gathered up all the techie equipment no longer used, including an AR amp and Denon CD player brought from NZ, as they were top of the range at the time. I've listed them on Gumtree, the local buy/sell website. Perhaps if I sell off a lot of stuff I can buy that lens. And of course, I can swap the lens (18-55mm) that came with the camera, and won't be needed now. I'll search around and see what else I can flog off. Selling off stuff to get that lens will spur me on to keep clearing out!

Took the bus round to Morningside. These ladies were waiting too. And they looked so sweet and happy and chatting. I was on the opposite side of the road in the sun, as it was a teensy bit chilly in the shade. I went over and asked them if I could take their photo. The bus came, so I didn't have time to ask them where they were off to, but they got off at different places. Maybe going to the library. Or the Community Centre. I'd love to know their stories...

I didn't notice that I was in the photo too till I put it on the computer. I really liked the odd reflections of the bus stop glass.

It's funny how you always thought your parents were OLD, but as you grow older, you realise that you're their age when memorable family things happened, and you don't feel old. When I went to college, aged 18, I thought my mum was old, but she would have been in her early 50s! Also, seeing famous folk getting old - Paul McCartney et al, and you remember how young and gorgeous and vibrant everyone once was. I think (know) young folk just look and see an old person. I love that programme 7UP and all the subsequent ones that follow a group of children every 7 years.

Walked round to Bruntsfield. Amazing the number of coffee shops there now. A few years ago, you could hardly find any. But hold the press on yesterday's proclamation of the best scone in town... I found it today. I'm basing my assessment purely on size, mind you!

Ventured out without my jacket on today, so I put a £5 note in the wee tiny rarely used jeans pocket for emergency obligatory coffee and scone, and found £20 note in there!! Result!

TITLE EDIT: from '5 old ladies waiting for the bus' after Lady Findhorn's comment! This one's better anyway!