Monday, August 4, 2025

The art of conversation

It's busier than usual in the supermarket. Canny shoppers are out and about before the rain sets in. The lady who oversees the supermarkets scan and pay machines wanders over for a wee chat . " Have you noticed that people never take the first paper on the racks. They always go for the one behind ". This is something I'd never thought of before. A few moments observation and her insight proves to be true. I can think of no good reason why this should be the case. 

Elder sister stops by the last wee house before Denmark for a start of day treat. Today it's a Grissini. Her younger sister is still asleep by the AGA safely away from the wind that is picking up strength by the hour. It seems the Jet Stream is blowing at lower altitudes today and is about to hit Scotland with winds of 80 mph .


Over breakfast we discuss the fact that Angus has found a co-joined strawberry in the punnet he bought from the farm by the bridge. I'll leave it to you to judge whether this is a sign that the familial art of conversation has died a death or is alive and kicking. 

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