ONE-UPMANSHIP

To Kilmacolm this morning, where they do everything on a grander scale, including the Christmas wreaths.  I mean, what size of door would take one of those?

It's a seductive thing this one up-manship.  I plead guilty, not so much in attempting to outdo others with material things, but trying to be a bit smarter, more creative, higher achieving.  I'm mostly OK in my skin these days, but these trends run deep and all too often I uncover an unpleasant layer of the old smart arse me.  Sigh. 

Mind you, I was suitably humble when the warden at the reserve pointed out a reed bunting to me this afternoon.  I honestly admitted I thought it was a sparrow (still do, by the way)