There were pleasant happenings this morning. I caught the bus round to the pharmacy to collect my prescription that I couldn't collect yesterday because the pharmacy was closed. I didn't know it was a bank holiday in these parts. Head in the clouds! ?
Today, I collected my meds no problem and walked a few stops back as there was quite a wait for the return bus. Then I leaned on a wall and read my book. After a while, and about ten minutes before the bus was due, a car drew up. In it was someone whose house, for six years, Minibags and I had walked past on the way to school. The woman who lives there and I had exchanged good mornings but that's all. In the car were her three dogs too. I don't know what breed they are but they look a bit like miniature Lassies to me. Anyway, the woman was offering me a lift. Although I don't think she has seen me for about five years she must have recognised me, or my Tilley hat, perhaps. Anyway, we had a nice chat on the drive along the loch and now know each other's names.
While I was at the pharmacy, the pharmacist saw me signing the prescrip slips left-handedly (my right is 'stookied' for two more weeks). He told me that it reminded him of a retired airline pilot he knows whose advice to people who are frightened of flying was this: when you are settled on the plane, take out a notebook and pencil and start writing your name over and over again with the hand that you don't usually write with. Interesting! I'd love to know if anyone who tried it found it helped.
Off for a bone density scan tomorrow. It'll be a very early start as we have to get to Clydebank during rush hour.