Steps and Stairs

I had a wonderful chat first thing this morning with granddaughter Nina who is 8 today. Asking her how it felt to be 8, she said it was 'cool'. I said I thought of her as more like eleven which she said was strange, but is seems so to me.

We discussed braids, French and Dutch, roller skates, a mini birthday tea party for her friends, where her Mum has make all the food offerings tiny, her new bike, her recent visit to the Glasgow velodrome where she fell off near the top of the incline but which hasn't deterred her from having inspirations to being the next Laura Trott, especially with the Dutch braids.
She is a delight to converse with on the phone and certainly a much more grown up conversationalist than any other 8 year old I have had on the end of a telephone line.

His Lordship voluntarily entered a butcher's shop this morning, he to buy one of their vegetarian quiches, and I to buy a Tollcross chilli pie. For a vegetarian to volunteer that it was a delightful shop ( as butcher's shops in his opinion go), clean and ordered with delightful staff was heady stuff, but sadly not enough to convert him to a meal of mince and potatoes.

With the beautiful weather holding up these last two days we are about to sit outside with a G&T and a beer, making every moment of this Indian summer count.