Meanwhile, in the present ...

I feel I must resist the temptation to reminisce further over old photos - Blip might get fed up with me - though in fact I did find another great day in Glencoe in today's rummaging, the day we ended up climbing Stop Coire nan Lochan by default ... 

Partly it was the horrid morning's fault; I allowed myself more indoor indulgence among the old photos partly because there was no incentive to go out for pleasure in this weather. (It's dry now.) I was actually out once, having to rush my breakfast when I realised my appointment was twenty minutes earlier than I had thought. It turned out to be good visit to the nurse who deals with blood sugar results - the former pupil with whom I always end up having a laugh told me that my blood sugar level was down two points on the last reading, and that despite the whole cake/chocolate-laden three months of celebration of Christmas and birthdays. 

The other thing I did that I've been putting off for weeks was to take up a pair of jeans that have been sitting mocking me on the spare bed. As I wrestled with needles (after a dire struggle to find one that wasn't rusted/too big and fat/too tiny to thread) I reflected on the fact that some of you sew for pleasure. Perhaps doing it all the time negates the effects of arthritic thumbs, clumsy fingertips, short sight - I'm getting to the stage that I can't even thread a needle. But it's done, and the jeans were pressed round the hems and I wore them this evening.

This evening being the day for the last of our choir practices for this season. We have a concert next week in our church, in aid of the loo fund - I hope the realisation that we no longer have the Portaloo doesn't put too many people off. 8+1 is at the moment just the name of the choir; in reality we're down to 6+1 because we lost two good singers in the past year - one moving south to England,  the other north to South Uist - leaving me singing a part on my own for far more songs than I like, at my age. I managed to get right through the programme, however, so fingers crossed I can do it again next week. 

Memo to self: speak to no-one next Tuesday ...

Photo shows the church as we left after 9pm. The rain had stopped; the temperature outside was still 14ºc (colder inside the church!), a blackbird was singing in a tree and the blossom was lit up by the lights at the church porch. A properly staid blip after the strenuous photo of yesterday!