OK. On Saturday, I put on a pair of wedges (pic) and managed (with care but reasonable ease) to go up the many stairs of niece B’s house-share without toppling over! I also wore a skirt, fancy blue lacy top, pearl earrings and necklace… why? … we were having dinner with B, delightful friend Yemi…. and brand new beau, Ron, whom I thought it was important to impress. You know you’ve got it wrong when you see what the hostess is wearing (jeans and fluffy slippers)… but I put a brave face on it and pretended I wore pearls all the time of course….they complimented me for my efforts (good move guys – check this – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opMQxa1JkuM) and we had a great laugh and sang old Motown and Tina Turner tunes we found on Youtube… (I suspect the 20-somethings were trying to make us feel at home and impress us with their vast musical knowledge… which they did, actually).
He didn’t say so, but I’m sure Vicar Sandy was addressing his Sunday sermon this weekend directly at me….and Scotland. I had no idea that the Bible (Ephesians 4) had advice on the importance of ligaments; and also how one bit of the body works better in union with …. all the other bits. And how a matured body is grown-up and wise and makes use of the talents and skills of all the parts, is sure of who it is and therefore doesn’t get blown off-course. At least I think that’s what he said. Of course if one bit of the body becomes damaged, the rest of the body compensates ….i.e. you’ve got other bits to rely on…..So to my injured left leg I say… do your best, but know that my right leg is here…..to support you. And to Scotland I say…. I LOVE Scotland. I love the beautiful and historic cities of Edinburgh and Glasgow; I love the inventive and resourceful Scottish people; I love the Edinburgh Festival; I love the lochs, the castles, the stunning islands off the mainland and even the ancient geology of Scotland…..and I’m sure we can support each other better, together.