Heart starter
Mar. 2nd, 2008 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyToday I had to go into the city centre and I parked alongside the civic green, where there seemed to be some sort of family fun day; lots of kids playing and a sausage sizzle and so on. At one end of the green, a lone bagpiper was playing. It all looked very jolly.
Later, I met up with my mother and we headed to the hospital to visit her aunt Claire who is waiting for surgery to remove a bowel obstruction. We drove past the botanical gardens, where there was a lone bagpiper serenading the Sunday picnickers.
Claire had been given a day release from the hospital so we didn't get to see her, but we decided that she would spending the day with her daughter, Carol, and duly went there. And who was walking down that quiet residential street? A man in a kilt, carrying a set of bagpipes. Ooh, spooky: my very own bagpipe stalker!
On the way to Carol's my mother was telling me about an elderly woman who is currently in her ward at the hospital; 95 years old, and she only stopped playing tennis three years ago. That's pretty good. Anyway, a young male intern told the woman that if anything went wrong during some procedure or other he would have to jump on the bed to restart her heart. Her response? "It's been a long time since a man said that to me, dearie!" She sounds awesome.
If I had known we were going to Carol's I would have taken her a zucchini; as it was, we came away with a bag of apples each, and only narrowly avoided taking a giant pumpkin as well after I tripped over the garden hose next to the pumpkin patch making the nozzle end pop up out of the long grass. Carol thought it was a snake and screamed and we all laughed so hard we forgot about the pumpkin.
Carol's son was home from university (in Melbourne) for the weekend and he had made scones to celebrate, so we had a very nice afternoon tea of hot scones with jam and cream. He took the first one, split it open, spread some cream on it and topped it with a dob of blackberry jam. "You've done that the wrong way, young Angus," said Claire. "It's meant to be jam and then cream".
"I put the cream on first," I said.
"Oh, no," said Carol, "the jam goes on first".
"It must be a generational thing then, the young ones put the cream on first," decided Claire. I'm a good fifteen years older than Angus, but if she wants to call me a "young one"... well, I won't argue.
Still, it's a great debate, isn't it?
[Poll #1147531]
So that was my Sunday. How was yours?
Later, I met up with my mother and we headed to the hospital to visit her aunt Claire who is waiting for surgery to remove a bowel obstruction. We drove past the botanical gardens, where there was a lone bagpiper serenading the Sunday picnickers.
Claire had been given a day release from the hospital so we didn't get to see her, but we decided that she would spending the day with her daughter, Carol, and duly went there. And who was walking down that quiet residential street? A man in a kilt, carrying a set of bagpipes. Ooh, spooky: my very own bagpipe stalker!
On the way to Carol's my mother was telling me about an elderly woman who is currently in her ward at the hospital; 95 years old, and she only stopped playing tennis three years ago. That's pretty good. Anyway, a young male intern told the woman that if anything went wrong during some procedure or other he would have to jump on the bed to restart her heart. Her response? "It's been a long time since a man said that to me, dearie!" She sounds awesome.
If I had known we were going to Carol's I would have taken her a zucchini; as it was, we came away with a bag of apples each, and only narrowly avoided taking a giant pumpkin as well after I tripped over the garden hose next to the pumpkin patch making the nozzle end pop up out of the long grass. Carol thought it was a snake and screamed and we all laughed so hard we forgot about the pumpkin.
Carol's son was home from university (in Melbourne) for the weekend and he had made scones to celebrate, so we had a very nice afternoon tea of hot scones with jam and cream. He took the first one, split it open, spread some cream on it and topped it with a dob of blackberry jam. "You've done that the wrong way, young Angus," said Claire. "It's meant to be jam and then cream".
"I put the cream on first," I said.
"Oh, no," said Carol, "the jam goes on first".
"It must be a generational thing then, the young ones put the cream on first," decided Claire. I'm a good fifteen years older than Angus, but if she wants to call me a "young one"... well, I won't argue.
Still, it's a great debate, isn't it?
[Poll #1147531]
So that was my Sunday. How was yours?