ESMS Concert

I never learn. Instead of biting the bullet and walking for half an hour over the links and faraway to reach the house of the Merry Widow with the poorly hip, I opted for the bus which entailed a 9minute wait at my nearest bus stop and a lengthy walk at the other end. I felt I had to walk home to mitigate demolishing a third of a small lemon drizzle cake. The bad hip will be under the knife in 10 days and hopefully her agony of moving to the sound and feeling of bone on bone will be gone.

This evening I went as a very ancient FP to my old school’s concert in the Usher Hall. It was, I thought, a  very ambitious programme with the pipe band giving it laldy and choral music by Haydn, Rachmaninoff and Walton.
In the interval I had a blether with blipper Blethers who was in attendance as a Granny to a tiny granddaughter 
with a very large trombone in the orchestra.

Home at pace through the darkened Meadows clutching by bag very tightly.