The moors above our local beauty spot, Dovestone Reservoir, have been burning. I don’t know whether they have managed to extinguish it but yesterday they were warning people to stay away. In Galloway they have the same problem: campers and hikers have been told to leave the area.
Why does that have to be the price we pay for a week pf sunshine and mostly dry weather?
Here’s an odd consequence of fine, sunny, even warm weather. Grandson Number Two, five years old, very determined (not to say stubborn), thinks he knows better than most of us on all things and certainly knows his own mind, has resolutely refused to have his hair cut for a good two years now. He wanted it to grow as long as his older sister’s hair, which until recently was heading for her knees. She still has very long hair bur when she had it cut a couple of weeks ago was able to donate a significant amount of glossy black hair to a charity that makes wigs.
The family is on holiday in France, in Brittany, and they’re having the same mind of summery we’ve been having here. And suddenly the small boy agreed to go to a French barber’s shop and have his hair cut. Rumour has it that he got his shoulder length locks caught in a hand-held mechanical fan but I have non confirmation of that. Maybe he was following his sister’s example. All I can say for certain is that a whole new boy has emerged from under all that hair!
No longer will people congratulate us on the “little girl’s” beautiful hair. Mind you, it never bothered hi, he would simply turn to the commenter and declare, “i’m a boy!”
So it goes.
Now, whenever we fly Phil and I travel hand-luggage only, paying the extra bit for “priority” which allows us to have a carry-on suitcase and another small bag, provided they meet the airlines size and weight stipulations. We also take quite a lot of electrical with us: laptop, Phil’s iPad, my iPad mini, iPhones, small hairdrier, hair straighteners. This means that when we go through security, all this stuff goes in trays along with the bags in order to be scanned while we go through the rigmarole of being checked for the possibility of having something secreted in a pocket.
As it all comes out on the other side of security I am given the job of going first to check that all the electricals are still there. It seems to be something I am good at. And Phil lives in fear of his laptop in particular being spirited away by some miscreant. Now, here is a link to a story of someone to whom that very thing happened and how she and a sibling tracked the missing item with a find-your-phone app. They delayed a couple of flights in the process but the writer did not lose all her university notes and creative writing projects. Nightmares do sometimes come true! I will scoff no more at checking that everything is there!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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