A View from on High

It had to be done, I had the calling and so I trooped down to George Street to speak to my financial guru about matters which tend to make feel more stupid than I like to admit to. An hour and a half later I was released, with my head reeling from talk  of ISAs , Liquidity and Diversifiers. I was so relieved to get home that I overdid the comfort eating.

My next appointment today is at a pharmacy in Morningside to get my Covid and Flu jabs which I’m hoping give me no grief other than a sore arm. The last Covid jab I got in April  gave me a useless arm for 2 days, the consensus being that the needle had gone in too high up.

My blip is looking down from on high on St Andrew’s and St George’s Church on George Street.