Play, Pie and a Pint

No improvement in the weather, except that I wasn’t standing for long periods of time in the full force of the Siberian wind. I sensibly did indoor things.

Off down to the bank to set up an ISA for the forthcoming year. I didn’t want to do it online and press the wrong button and see my money whizzing to some unknown account in the ether. Easier to get a sensible person to do it. And Stacey did. She could keep up a constant chit-chat, whizz type and fill in forms all at the same time. Amazing. I wonder if it’s part of their training. I mean, they can’t very well tell customers to shoosh wittering on about the weather a moment while they do a tricky bit…

From there I took the bus down to the Traverse. I spotted that the Play, Pie and Pint shows were back on at lunchtimes. Perfect. I was even looking forward to my macaroni pie… Almost.

Of course, a pint of beer means drowsiness half an hour later. At times, I was so very very warm and comfortable (such a change from yesterday) that I had trouble keeping my eyes open - and not because I wasn’t enjoying the play. I was. And I met an ex-colleague there and had a catch up. Haven't seen her since the last season of Play, Pie & a Pint. I’ve just been reading up about Lord Reith (founder of the BBC) to see if it was true about him...

That ‘art’ setting on my camera is getting a thorough workout these days…

Now, I really ought to get that packing done in earnest. The holiday is nearly upon us.