Arresting behaviour
So, London was a blast, but then it always is. I didn't actually do a great deal, I was trying to watch my money and hanging out with Callum is free anyway (despite his protests!). But now I'm back it's time to get down to the serious business of finding somewhere to live and somewhere to work. The work part should be easy - I just ring up Tesco and tell them I want to come back and they find me a position. It may take a wee while but my cash situation is okay at the moment. Finding somewhere to live might be a bit harder though - there seems to be a dearth of places that meet our requirements in Dundee. But we've got a viewing arranged for Friday so I'm optimistic about that, even if it would have been nice to have maybe two or three places to choose from.
Well, I have nothing else of interest to say, so here's a story my Mum told me this evening.
Last week sometime my Grandma was arriving home from the shops or something and was parking her car in her garage when she was aware of four young guys walking down the hill from the school that she lives near. She felt a little apprehensive - as any older person would - but tried to think nothing of it when she noticed two of the guys had disappeared. Before she had time to think about it, she realised they've just reappeared from the garage just down from hers, and one of them is riding a bike. She knows whose garage it is and decides to go up and tell her neighbour that someone has just stolen a bike from them. Her neighbour, Felicity, is outraged and wants to chase after them but doesn't have her car - her husband has it for work. "Don't worry though" says my Grandma, "I'll drive you - they can't have gone far..."
Now, my Grandma is pretty healthy and fit for someone in her mid-seventies, but the thought of her and her next door neighbour playing Starsky and Hutch is still ridiculously funny. Apparently they caught up with the boys at the end of the road whereby Felicity jumps out of the car (with my Grandma close behind "for backup") remonstrates with the youths, retrieves the bike and returns home happy.
"You should have seen them though" my Grandma complained. "They weren't the least bit shame faced about being caught..."
No, but I bet they were a bit shocked to see my Grandma steaming down the road after them in her car. Just goes to show that you can lose alot of things as you get older but pluck isn't necessarily one of them.
Well, I have nothing else of interest to say, so here's a story my Mum told me this evening.
Last week sometime my Grandma was arriving home from the shops or something and was parking her car in her garage when she was aware of four young guys walking down the hill from the school that she lives near. She felt a little apprehensive - as any older person would - but tried to think nothing of it when she noticed two of the guys had disappeared. Before she had time to think about it, she realised they've just reappeared from the garage just down from hers, and one of them is riding a bike. She knows whose garage it is and decides to go up and tell her neighbour that someone has just stolen a bike from them. Her neighbour, Felicity, is outraged and wants to chase after them but doesn't have her car - her husband has it for work. "Don't worry though" says my Grandma, "I'll drive you - they can't have gone far..."
Now, my Grandma is pretty healthy and fit for someone in her mid-seventies, but the thought of her and her next door neighbour playing Starsky and Hutch is still ridiculously funny. Apparently they caught up with the boys at the end of the road whereby Felicity jumps out of the car (with my Grandma close behind "for backup") remonstrates with the youths, retrieves the bike and returns home happy.
"You should have seen them though" my Grandma complained. "They weren't the least bit shame faced about being caught..."
No, but I bet they were a bit shocked to see my Grandma steaming down the road after them in her car. Just goes to show that you can lose alot of things as you get older but pluck isn't necessarily one of them.
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