New Yorker

It has been nice to have a Saturday which was different to most. No meal plans, shopping list etc.

Instead I had a lazy morning and then drove over to Edinburgh to meet an old friend for lunch. D had to retire early from his career as a dentist (back problems) and has a swarm of grandchildren to invest time in. And of course living in a sophisticated Big City is very different to living here in the Sticks.

So, our occasional lunches are either a culture clash or healthy differences stimulating our friendship - it depends what we’re talking about. Of course much of it revolves around what medication we’re taking, what the side effects are, and how often we get up in the night to go to the toilet. 

We had an excellent lunch in a family owned Italian place. We both ate too much. 

My Blip motivation was low. I’m not sure why. Today’s isn't inspired. I used to spend a lot of time reading newspapers at the weekend. Now it’s quite rare to do it at all. 

I used to read The New Yorker too. Hardly ever now, but it’s still good.  

Sunday will be different from the usual too. Hopefully the Blipper in me will resume normal service.