From both sides now ...

When we were not long married we had a phase when we played a lot of Frank Sinatra records during dinner, and as we weren't rich enough to have a vast collection Both Sides Now was a frequent soundtrack to our lives - which is why I've chosen that title for a blip with a photo taken from the queue to board the Western Ferries at McInroy's Point, on The Other Side. You will observe that we couldn't actually make out our side of the water for the low-lying cloud on the Firth on a day which began dry but came on rain in the late afternoon. 

We left here just after coffee this morning; I went for a hair-do while Himself went looking, fruitlessly, for a specific kind of document folder. Michael my hairdresser had suggested a noon appointment so that we could have our lunch in Tonino's next door, which we did - they make their own focaccia every day, and their cannoli are to die for ... Besides, sitting in there listening to Italian radio chattering away in the background makes me feel relaxed and cheerful even if I do have hairs all down the back of my neck.

After that we had the thrill of driving along to Port Glasgow to visit the small Marks & Spencer there; we also dropped in to several other shops just because we could. Himself got some chinos and I picked up a light top  and some groceries before we felt we'd had enough and headed for home.

We treated ourselves to an episode of Foyle's War this evening - the first of the post-war series. I've seen it before, but had forgotten the intricacies of a fairly dark story about spies and the fears about Russia and atomic secrets, and it seems odd to me, considering it now, that that dark time should seem less awful than the world as it is now. Now our horrors are more brightly lit, and seem all the more horrifying because of it.