A red, red rose
Sometimes I give in and agree to walk up to Morrisons with mom even though I can't stand it and always order from Tesco Man to avoid such excruciating horrors. This was one of those days. Mom doesn't shop logically either by going up and down each aisle in turn as I would. Oh no! There's never a written list. It's 'Ooo I need Flora!' and then she hops like a little sparrow to the end of the fifth aisle for Flora. Next it's bread so off she jumps to aisle seven where she squeezes the life out of every loaf checking the dates before she then virtually climbs into the rack to pull out triumphantly 'the best loaf' she reckons. Next it's back to the first aisle for onions and then somewhere in the middle for some weird toothpaste. So on it goes, for torturous hours it seems, me dragging my feet following behind like a sulky teenager. This is not becoming behaviour for someone who will be forty flippin' two in October. Horrors! Horrors! Horrors! I am ranting again!
Later, I escaped and walked to Alloway where the sunshine and beautiful gardens cheered me up considerably. This is a fairly typical post card type view of the Burns Monument but with all the glorious greenery and those beautiful roses to the right, I could not resist.
The track is untypical of me, but I like it and had to give you some Robbie Burns here.
A red, red rose
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