Mum and I went in to town this morning for her first pilates class. She executed this with far more ability than I (I'd rather run up Ben Nevis than an hour of painful pilates). Her teacher is the wee sister of an old school friend of mine from Primary years and she gave me his contact details in Hobart, Tasmania, so that he could have a conversation with an old pal in a similar time zone.
I raced around the town to look for a few bits and bobs for Mum and had a tiny bit of spare time, so climbed the stairs to another dear friends home. I hadn't seen Jean for probably a couple of years. When she answered the door, I told her I had come from NZ and we had 15 minutes to catch up. To our credit, we managed potted histories in 20minutes.........as she said, we can both talk very fast!
Mum bought some primulas on the way home. She showed me where they were to go in the garden and now they are shining like jewels in the greyness of January.
Mum and I are planning a drive, coffee and walk up Loch Lomondside tomorrow, before I head North.
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