There were two women of a certain age sitting beside us in the waiting area at the bus station in Edinburgh, chatting as they read a less upmarket type of woman’s magazine, complete with lots of photos of lissom or hunky celebs.
I started listening to them without actually looking. (I’m subtle like that.) One of them said to the other, “I like them bearded.”
Her friend replied, “Oh yes, and especially if they’re blue.”
I thought, “?” and glanced covertly at the magazine. It was open at an article about irises.
My mind wandered. Later, I started listening again. They were looking at a feature on kitchen gadgets.
One said, “Do you have difficulty opening jar lids now?”
“Yes,” said the other. “My hands are getting quite stiff.”
“Well,” the first one said, “my mother gave me a good tip. She said it really works. It’s made all the difference.”
“What does she do, then?”
“I can’t remember, but she said it helps a lot.”
Unfortunately they didn’t sit near us on the bus.
We went for a walk with our son and his girlfriend in beautiful sunshine at Rockcliffe, where they’re living.