A Distraction in a View

I can hardly concentrate on posting this blog as I notice in my line of vision, a young man standing in profile, wearing nothing more than very small and tight red underpants at his open window, smoking.

This is all wrong; he is on the fourth floor and may fall over the glass partition to a bloody heap on the ground, even more in my line of vision; he is smoking and must surely know how dangerous that is; in inappropriate attire, he is in full view of passers by with 6/6 vision in the Meadows; and finally but not least, his tiny red pants are a distraction for me while I type on my computer.

Ah good he's obviously retired to put on some clothes, and I can concentrate on the job in hand without worrying about him.

We have another day of Indian Summer with the Meadows full of men and dogs chasing balls of varying shapes and the burgeoning street cafes spilling chairs full of smiling people on to the pavements.

My smiling time will be tonight when I and Daughter# 1, my firstborn, have a night out on the town a meal to celebrate her birthday tomorrow.
I will be remembering the midwife's first words to me as she was born - 'It's a wee red headed lassie'. I was ecstatic and despite being more years away than either of us would wish, seems like no time at all.

A walk along the canal presented this blip of the scene to the west through the metal work of the Leamington Lift Bridge next to the Lochrin Basin.