Stormy weather and Nelson Mandela

I know it's winter because it's so dark now when I wake up in the morning. Today was the first storm of the winter. Last night the weather forecast was ominously full of warnings of high wind and sure enough we were woken early by howling winds and rain battering against the window. The storm was indeed very lively and was followed by a bit of snow - but by lunchtime it had turned into a sunny but very cold day. So a bit of an anti climax but in my current role bad weather is not my friend because it gives me a lot of hassle if I have to close up early.

After dinner I drove into town to collect Ally from Queen Street Station. He spent yesterday evening with Cat meeting up with friends in Edinburgh but awoke this morning to find that the trains weren't running because of the bad weather. The trains from Edinburgh to Glasgow are now running but Glasgow Central has been closed because the roof was damaged. So I picked Ally up from a very festive looking George Square and we had a nice chat on the way home.

We arrived home to the news that Nelson Mandela has died; I remember all the celebrations when he was released in 1990, just a few days before Jamie was born. It was a time of great hope, the Berlin Wall had come down a couple of months before. Hard to believe that was nearly twenty-four years ago.