Out early for the messages – 22 December 2023

Thankfully we got to the shops before the craziness got too crazy.

Admittedly, we weren’t buying the shop this year, although a lot of folk were. Scamp had a list and she stuck to it. I only added a few things for once.

I decided the weather wasn’t looking too bad, so I drove over to Cumbernauld station where I dumped the car and went for a walk along the Luggie Water. The burn was running quite high, but not as high as it had been earlier in the week, judging by the matted down vegetation on the banks. I got one or two shots I was quite impressed with, but most were destined for the cutting room floor, still I took them anyway in the hope that there were a hidden gem or two in them. There weren’t. PoD went to the railway bridge over the Luggie Water which I was quite pleased with.

I drove home and we walked over to Condorrat for what has become our Friday afternoon lunch in Brodens. As usual, I wished I’d had the fish ’n’ chips that Scamp had ordered. Instead I had gammon steak, which was quite good, but not exceptional. Because it was nearly Christmas, we had a G ’n’ T each to celebrate and wandered down the road and into a warm house. Hive controlled central heating is a wonderful thing.

We watched a Celebrity University Challenge and saw Edinburgh Uni get trounced by some English mob. Then we watched a ‘normal’ Mastermind and we were quite please with ourselves when we managed to get a few questions correct. Finally, we watched Portrait Artist of the Decade with eight of the ten winners from the previous ten years competing for the accolade of Portrait Artist of the Decade. We agreed that the winner deserved their title. That was a lot more tv watching than we usually do, so now I’m blog writing and Scamp is reading.

We got a message from Hazy to say that she and Neil were going with Canute and Delia  to Kew Gardens to see the Christmas displays.  Hope it was worth the trip and I’m sure we’ll hear all about it.

No firm plans for tomorrow. Weather looks decidedly wet, in fact I can hear the rain practising its techniques for battering on the windows just now. We might go out somewhere, but only if the rain stops, unlikely as that seems.

 

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