I wore red leather cut-out sandals for the trip to the beach. My sister-in-law SG wore red shorts.
While I acted my age, S pretended that she was a little girl again. She was so successful that by the time we found a spot to sit on the sand she had actually shrank all the way back to the size of an eight year-old.
I finally got to the bottom of why XYZ had defriended us all. She had taken offence when a present that she had sent to one of the others was returned to her without explanation.
XYZ had no idea that the intended recipient recently moved house. Her surprise turned to shame when she realised that she had actively lost all her friends on the mistaken assumption that one had refused a gift.
Many of the congregation were obviously bored at yet another memorial service. I even saw some relatives of the dead video the proceedings from the upper gallery of the church.
Mourning was not what it used to be.
Once again I was astonished by the versatility of my colleague C. Sitting to the left of me, he chaired Monday’s meeting – while simultaneously presenting his report in person from the other side of the table.
I liked C’s report, but repeated my comment that the section on feedback had too great a focus on feedback to students and not enough on feedback to external examiners. C gave the impression that this was the first time that he had heard this remark, even though we had discussed this issue at length at our pre-meeting on Friday.
During a visit to the ladies’ toilets after my early departure from the meeting I spilt tap water on my khaki trousers. This transformed them into a pair of emerald green elephant cords.
TB-O leant over at the dinner table to share slimming tips. He explained how he had lost 13lbs in a week on a simple lunchtime diet of hardened paper-thin slices of bacon – and nothing else. To me it all sounded as delicious as feasting on fly paper.
The Player-Slayer was on the loose in south Edinburgh.
Runners were warned to be vigilant on the cycle path that connected the Craiglockhart and Merchiston campuses of Edinburgh Napier University. I ensured that I was accompanied whenever I ran this route between meetings.
It made no sense at all to open a private members’ club for us and the rest of our immediate neighbours at the opposite end of town, but it appeared that we had no choice in the matter.
On my first visit there I found PC cutting up large sections of bubble wrap to cover a series of picture books for his children.
The first I heard of the shooting of members of the British royal family was when I turned on the television news and saw live footage of Princess Anne and her daughter under fire.
As she fled the scene, I was again reminded of how much the daughter looked like my sister-in-law SMcC. She was even wearing a pale blue and white striped sweatshirt just like S’s.
I left my rucksack unattended one time too many when I was helping my mother navigate Edinburgh airport. This time both my MacBook Air and iPad mini were stolen. I only had myself to blame for this calamity.
