This morning T. had a hair appointment. She’s been going to the same stylist for something like 10 years (when you find a good one, you keep her). So, we were a bit worried when she hadn’t replied to our emails about leaving for Scotland. It turns out that she’s excitedly planning to renew her passport, which she let lapse sometime around 1980. She remembers Belgium – with all of its unpasteurized milk, rhubarb which burned her mouth, and strangely aged meats – with quite a bit of fondness. She also recounted to us a couple who’d attended a wedding recently who came wearing kilts … and “danced the butt.” Whatever that means, and we’re not sure we really want to know.
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One of my friends jsums it up simply as ‘It’s nice to be nice’. And of course, it can sometimes be a whole lot easier being nicer to a complete strnager than Auntie Bessie up the road :0)
Glad it’s coming together – you guys must be scared stiff/really excited all at the same time.
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Thanks for the link. It is something we all need to remember.