Ours Not to Reason Why

Despite the loud noises I heard in the dark outside the house yesterday evening in the teeth of the gale, there was nothing untoward to see this morning. The scaffolding was still intact and no planters or chairs were overturned which is more than can be said for a nearby patio where the wicker chairs were scattered in various positions over the garden. 
The trees had lost a lot of leaves overnight  some of which had accumulated in drifts on my  patio. The gardeners were in attendance elsewhere blowing the leaves into piles to be gathered up, so I asked nicely if they  could do the same for my patch and like the good people they are, they did it with a smile.

I met my school friend this morning in the civilised ambience of the Ivy on the Square. It’s a once in a month indulgence, but we have being doing it so long , the staff know to spoil us with extra toast if we finish what is in the toast rack. The talk this morning was all about  the merging of our old school with our brother school to make a completely new co-ed school spread over two campuses. This will leave only one all girls’ school in Edinburgh. I imagine this might not be to everybody’s liking but I bet the teenagers involved are rubbing their hands in glee.

It’s been a lazy afternoon trying to figure out the way forward with a crocheting project I started in July but have since forgotten how to do. The sun is shining and classic FM is playing in the background. I’m ignoring the household chores needing to be done.
 
I don’t know what the  barrow is doing down the steps of this café in George Street, far less the mangle I can see through the window , but ours not to reason why.