WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?

Gerald is 86 years old.   Today he has spent hours putting his photos of our holidays in Nice on FACEBOOK.   No way could I do that.   Now he is still going strong changing an old twenty-year –old video into a CD for a relation through marriage.   I can’t do any of these things.

Just made Irish coffee for the two of us so that we can watch the Olympics in the dying light of Friday 10^th August and ruminate on the strangeness of life.

Jamaica is alight with pride, and no wonder!   What a name for a sprinter  -  BOLT  -  Who could do what their athletes have done?   One, two, three right enough.   Still GB and wee Scotland have not done too badly.   And what about those thousand pipers in Glasgow next week.   All those long lost Scots from Canada and USA and New Zealand and Australia here playing their hearts out, blowing their heads off with wonderful music.   What a world!!   They say there are many more pipe bands coming from Europe in the future, some of them this year.   I can’t play the bagpipes, either.   So, as Charles Dickens would say   “God Bless us, everyone.”   Or as long late Tony Hancock would say, “It’s such a game, life, such a game!”   I rush for the Gaelic Coffee.   Cheers!!