I really resemble a Haggis.
In my youthful travels round Scotland I bought a thin book about The Haggis, which I found amusing. I particularly liked the theory of the short left leg or the short right leg, depending on whether the Haggis walks clockwise or anti-clockwise round the mountain. Later on I heard Brother-in-Law’s tale of pulling the leg (normal length, I imagine) of one of the American cousins, when they were both teenagers. She believed the silly boy’s story.
The week before last I did something to one of my knees (right one, to be precise), which has been a real pain for the last ten days. It’s getting better. My first day of trying a short walk, round ‘The Park’ as local residents say about our triangle of streets, went OK, especially after I crossed the street to walk anti-clockwise round the inside triangle (are you still with me?). We in ‘The Park’ have the pleasure of paying for the upkeep of our (private) roads, and our pavements slant. A lot. So with this stupid knee, I found that I was more Haggis-like than I’d imagined. I need the street on my right, which is clockwise outside and anti-clockwise inside.
I’m off to Edinburgh tomorrow to visit Son’s flat before he moves out the week after. I’m not looking forward to it as much as I ought to. He lives up three flights of spiral stairs, and I almost expired last time I attempted it, with a perfectly good knee. Two good knees, now that I count. At the time I wished I’d known that he’d offered the Grandmother the service of a chair to sit on between flights.
On the other hand, Scotland is a place you go to for the climbing.
Though I’m going for some interviewing, but only if I can get down those flights again.