Someone was mean to Grandma yesterday. She was walking home from church and the person she was walking with got fed up with Grandma's slow pace, made a weak excuse about being in a hurry, and left her behind. When Grandma told me about it later she was crying; she said that it feels terrible to be so slow that you are holding people up. The incident made my blood absolutely boil. This self-styled "Christian" is a local busybody who likes nothing better than to boss people about - she once shouted at me in the street because she felt that I was crossing the road in the wrong place. She also once reduced a very good friend of mine to tears at the tennis club. And in a precursor to Grandma's experience, I was once walking along beside her with Davie when he was very small, when she saw someone more important that she wanted to speak to and ran off, abandoning me mid-conversation. I hated to see Grandma so upset.
On a lighter note, someone farted loudly during my yoga class tonight, which I found very funny.
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