Visit to Slateford

The Aunt was due to come and visit but couldn’t face it due to the weather; we chatted awhile on the phone and obviously the snow lying over her car must have thawed with my mellifluous encouraging tones, for soon she was crunching out her car park to meet me in the Cafe at Sainsbury’s at Logie Green. 
There, we looked out at the sleet showers and enjoyed our toasted teacakes. I’ll take a photo of our reflection, says I. You know, she says, I’ve taken to drying my hair in the microwave. I paused mid-photograph, slightly concerned. 
Apparently it has a dark reflective door and there’s a handy socket for her hair-dryer.