I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure

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Friday letters – the mid January edition

Dear time,   Are you sure that you aren’t going at double speed?  How can it be Friday already?  We’ve only just had a Friday.  I’d really appreciate it if you could slow down a little.

Dear weather,  Well, I have to say I am not impressed.  Every day for the last week we’ve had rain.  Not just a light shower, but all-guns-blazing torrential stuff, accompanied one night by thunder and lightning.  Yesterday I think it rained for the entire day – the sky was grey, the clouds were low, visibility was poor and it was just like being back home in Scotland.  The best word for you just now is dreich.  There are lots of people I know flying out from the UK this weekend to attend an annual conference here in San Diego, and I imagine they are expecting something much better than this.  Last year at this time we had lots of blue skies and warm temperatures, so it would be really nice if you could produce something similar again this year.

Dear family in the restaurant with two young boys,  I meant to write to you last week, or the week before, to say how good it was to observe a family enjoying a meal together and chatting to each other.  While mum and dad were perusing the menu your boys had a small, quiet toy each to play with at the table.  There was no loud electronic beeping, or phone/ipad propped up in front of the boys.  I just thought I’d like to tell you how nice it was to see you.

Dear people with phones,  It might just be me (though I suspect it isn’t) who thinks this, but when did it become acceptable to watch videos on your phone at full volume when sitting in a cafe, or on a train or similar public space?  I find it really annoying.  Surely that’s what earphones are for?

Dear memory lane,  I’ve enjoyed a quick trip along you this week when research possible outfits for a themed 1960s/1970s evening next week.  I even got my photo albums out to check what I was wearing back then – there were some horrors (of hairstyle mainly) but also some reminders of happy times, and clothes I loved.

Have a good Friday – I hope your day has as many hours in it as you need.



Friday letters – the here and there edition

Dear airline companies,  I’d like to make a suggestion on the subject of loading passengers on to your planes.  As things are at the moment, the passengers with seats nearer the front of the plane are asked to board first followed by the people with the seats behind them and so on until the last group of passengers asked to board is the one sitting earest the back.  Surely it would make more sense for the passengers sitting nearer the back of the plane to board first and gradually board the other groups ending with the ones sitting nearest the front.  This way those who are sitting nearer the back of the plane do not have to stand in the passage ways while the people who are already on the plane sort their belongings out and put their bags and coats into the overhead lockers before taking their seats and allowing the standing passengers to pass. I’m sure a time and motion study would show that this is a much more time effective way of doing things as more people can be settling into their seats at the same time and fewer people would just be standing around waiting to get to their assigned place.  It would also mean that those sitting near the front of the plane (who have often paid a lot more to be sitting there) would not have to be subjected to the constant stream of passengers moving past on their way to seats further back and the airline staff who are dispensing welcome drinks to them would not be battling to get through the crowds with said drinks. 

Dear Somerset House, London,  Describing the Good Grief Charlie Brown exhibition as something that we should ‘allow an hour’ to look at was a gross misrepresentation of the amount of time it actually took.  Yes an hour might mean everything could be looked at, but if you wanted to read all the information on Schultz, read all the cartoons, reminisce at the collection of memorabilia, read one or two of the thirty paperpack cartoon books available for our enjoyment, watch the Peanuts film, watch the interview with Schultz himself, admire the artwork inspired by the cartoons and draw your own cartoons to add to a wall display, then an hour was quite definitely not enough time.  Even two hours was pushing it and then we didn’t have enough time to enjoy a drink in the Warm Puppy Cafe.  Having said that, it was a very enjoyable trip down memory lane for me, and I even learned a thing or two along the way.

Dear Brtish Airways,  I’d like to thank you for the slightly improved food offerings on my most recent flight.  There is, however,  still room for improvement, so don’t think you can rest on your laurels now.

Dear self,  The only way to eat an elephant is to take it one bite at a time, and this is how you are going to have to approach the long list of things that need to be done now that you have returned from a three week trip. 

Credit : savagechickens.com

Have a good Friday – I hope your day has as many hours in it as you need.


Friday letters – the first post of 2019 edition

Dear 2019, Hello and welcome. 

Dear man with the owl collection at Bowness on Windermere,  It was delightful to get the opportunity to hold a Little Owl.  I had no idea how little they actually are, and it was very tempting just to pop it into my pocket and take it away with me.  The Eurasian Eagle Owl was quite the opposite and would have been rather problematic both to hold, and to conceal about my person if I had wanted to take it.  I had no idea quite how large they actually are! Your display was a wonderful opportunity to see so many different owls together in one place.

Dear hotel near Ambleside in the Lake District, You really need to train your staff in what ‘dairy free’ milk means.  The young lady at the table next to me at breakfast asked for soya milk.  When that wasn’t available she asked if there was almond milk, or some other type of dairy free milk.  The members of staff who were trying to help said that they didn’t have either soya, or almond, but could offer semi-skimmed or skimmed milk if they would do.  The guest’s reply was rather politer than mine might have been at that point, considering that she had checked before booking her stay that her dairy free diet could be catered for.

Dear motorways of Great Britain,  Thank you very much for staying clear and trouble free for the journeys we’ve made since I last wrote to you.  I noticed a few traffic cones doing sterling work on the southern reaches of the M1, but they didn’t seem to be hindering the cars unduly, which was great. Three cheers for you.

Dear Loch Venacher,  You were looking good, and very full, when we passed you on our way south last week.  In this photo your skies look very dramatic, but thankfully the rain held off and we enjoyed mainly blue skies.

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Loch Venacher, Trossachs

Have a good Friday.


Friday letters – the Time Square #28 edition

Dear British Airways, Thank you for delivering us safely from San Diego to London in readiness for the festive season.  I’d like to make a food related criticism though (again) which is – if you offer your customers Spinach and Ricotta Ravioli as one of their meal options that is what you should give them if they choose it, rather than the Tomato, Olive and Mushroom Pasta Bake that was put on my tray.  In fairness I suppose it was quite tasty, but my tastebuds were anticipating something entirely different.   My travelling companion, Mr Indecisive, chose the chicken curry option and it was unpleasant and inedible.  You really need to think about your meal accompaniments too because your vegetable salad was very unexciting, a triangle of processed cheese with two very plain crackers does not constitute a decent after dinner course and your fruit salad, which came with the rather nasty breakfast burrito, was so tiny that I could count the number of the miniscule pieces of fruit in my dish on the fingers of one hand (not including the thumb).  I suggest that perhaps you should do some research amongst your competitors to see the sorts of things that they are providing to their customers – I think you might be surprised at how interesting and tasty some of their meals are.

Dear Scotland, How nice it is to be back and to enjoy your beautiful views, lochs and hills.

Dear weather, I’d like to thank you for making Christmas Eve such a lovely, bright, cold, frosty day.  The least said about the dreich and damp Christmas Day the better.

Dear motorways of Great Britain,  I would like to request that you stay clear and trouble free for the next stage of our holiday.  I’d really appreciate it if the road work cones continued their off-road experiences for a bit longer and that none of them are deployed to cause delays and confusion amongst the motorists.

Dear pair of cyclists near Loch Achray,  I could hardly believe my eyes yesterday when I saw you both, dressed in bright red tops.  No total dark blue or black clothes for you.  No, you were obviously determined to be seen and to give the motorists sharing the same winding, lochside road as you, a sporting chance of seeing you before it was too late.  Please spread the word amongst your fellow cyclists.

Dear Becky,  Now that we are coming into the final few days of the December challenge, and we’ve all made it through the hectic build up to, and celebration of, Christmas, I thought maybe we might need some time to relax by this peaceful pond.

For Becky’s December square photo challenge we are invited to share a photo of our interpretation of ‘time’.


Friday letters – the Time Square #14 edition

Dear weather,  Thanks for stopping the rain and thanks for a particularly lovely sunny, warm day yesterday.  The early morning outdoor aqua fit class was all the better because of your cloudless blue sky.

Dear Christmas Eve boxes,  When did you become a thing?  Why do children need a box of special gifts on Christmas Eve to keep them occupied while they are waiting for Christmas Day?  I suspect you are just another ploy to part parents with their hard earned cash.

Dear mall walking,  I can see the sense of walking indoors in the parts of the country where winters are harsh and walking outdoors in deep snow could be tricky, but I was suprised that the group I walk with here decided on an indoor mall walk recently because there was some light rain falling.  What’s wrong with putting on a waterproof jacket and enjoying the fresh air?

Dear Becky,  Today I bring you a photo of the clock on the front of It’s a Small World at Disneyland in all its holiday splendour.

Dear readers,  I’m sorry if my photo means you are stuck with the It’s a Small World song in your head for the rest of the day.  Interestingly, though, it’s mainly Jingle Bells that they sing in the holiday version of the ride, which isn’t such an earworm.

Have a good Friday.

December Square photo challenge.


Friday letters – the Time Square #7 edition

Dear rain,  Whilst I am not as excited about you as some of the people I’ve been speaking to this week, I am pleased that you have given me the opportunity to use some of my large collection of rain related words and phrases – downpour, pouring, lashing, bucketing, stoating, not taking time to come down, coming down in stair rods and raining cats and dogs, to name just a few.  I would, however, like to ask you to stay away today so that my outdoor activities of walking and playing pickleball are not called off.

Dear drivers,  Just because there is rain falling doesn’t mean that you can forget the rules of the road.

Dear neighbours,  Some of your houses are looking magnificent with so many festive lights and decorations on the outside, round the roof, on the balcony and in the garden.  Your electricity bills are going to be very high this month I fear.

Dear local post office,  It’s almost a pleasure to visit you (apart from the cost of postage stamps of course) with your helpful staff and friendly atmosphere.

Dear Becky,  Today I am sharing a photo of a dandelion clock for your ‘time’ challenge.  As a child I was always excited to find one and to see what ‘hour’ it was by counting how many times I had to blow it to get all the seeds off.  Watching the seeds dancing and floating all over the garden was lovely too.  Now, as an adult, when I see one I think of all the potential new weeds that are going to grow in my grass as a result of the seeds!

Have a good Friday.

December Square photo challenge.


Friday letters – the St Andrews Day edition

Dear St Andrew,  You are not as well celebrated, or known,  as St Patrick, but I still think you need to be recognised on your special day, November the 30th.

Dear the word imma,  I’ve seen you used several times now on social media and at first assumed that you were a mistake on the part of the writer.  I wasn’t quite sure what you meant, so I decided to look you up and I find that you are actually a word now, meaning ‘I am going to’ e.g. Imma write Friday letters.  I am clearly very far behind the times and, as usual, can’t understand why we need to change things – what was wrong with just writing ‘I’m going to’ or, at an absolute pinch I might just accept ‘I’m gonna’.  I suppose both those phrases take too long to type/text these days?  The way things are heading, our words and phrases will soon be reduced to one letter!

Dear Green Book,  I am very glad that I went to see you.  I was swithering about whether to go, because I thought you might be one of those very arty road movies, with long silences and views of straight roads disappearing into the distance and flanked by wide open, empty countryside.  Instead you were entertaining, amusing, informative, well acted and a proper story with a beginning, a middle and an end.

Dear the word swithering,  We should use you more often.  I don’t think you should be confined to being used in Scotland, or by Scottish people.  I think you are the perfect word for indecision.

Dear weather,  I’m glad that the ladies at Aqua Fit yesterday morning appreciated you, because I didn’t.  I heard someone say how nice it was to have weather for a change and how pretty you were as you lashed with rain and blew gusts of wind that knocked chairs over.  I’m sorry, but I could not call you pretty.  Clear blue skies with a few white fluffy clouds and birds soaring up high is pretty – not your low grey clouds with wet stuff falling. 

Dear apostrophes,  So far, so good.  I think in recent months here I have only seen one example of misuse, which must be some kind of record.

Have a good Friday.