Over the weekend proud parents have been arriving for the winter graduation ceremonies. The black Volvos much favoured by prudent locals now heavily outnumbered by large shiny Range Rovers and Mercedes with Home Counties registrations. Three bright red Ferraris are seen on our morning walk. These are perhaps not the most practical vehicle for rural Scotland. Wee boys on their way to school stop and peer excitedly into these expensively exotic machines. The cafe where William ( reputedly ) met Kate is already open and doing a roaring business with mothers and fathers wondering what to do in a small windy seaside town in December. A woman standing outside the cafe informs her husband that the 'Scotch folk' are always so cheerful. Give it 24 hours and she is likely to be disabused of that strange notion particularly if she keeps on referring to them as 'Scotch folk'.
A very clever lady at Oxford ( with an untidy bookcase ) talking about the Middle East. Even she is finding it diffiuclt to keep up with the pace of events :https://youtu.be/rIfCEHjVtDk?t=150
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Hari Om
Ah, December... I will go to the links a little later.
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