On Saturday James, Ally, Grandma and I went to buy our Christmas tree. It was a cold, sunny day, perfect for visiting the Trossachs. Grandma loves going out for a run in the car so she had a great time and commented on the beautiful scenery with snow-capped Ben Lomond in the background. James drove right up to the David Marshall Lodge so that Grandma could walk in easily with her triangular walker; and by the time we visited the ladies’ toilet James and Ally had narrowed down the choice of trees to two beautiful Norman firs. We made our choice and the tree was encased in netting before being lashed firmly to the roof bars in the car. Then it was time for our traditional lunch in the café before heading home. Grandma and I did well for ourselves at the Mountain Rescue tombola and we were chatting to the volunteers, who know my first aid trainer George. We had one scary moment when Grandma bumped her walker into an uneven paving stone and fell off it - she slipped right down! Needless to say I screamed out loud, which earned me a row from Alasdair for “making a fuss as usual!" Grandma was mostly fine thank goodness. She developed a big bruise on her hip but I got the doctor to come round to check it out on Monday and he confirmed that there was no serious damage. It didn't seem to spoil her day and she said how much she had enjoyed herself.
Back home, James and Ally made a fine job of decorating the tree while I finished writing the Christmas cards, then James and I went out for a brisk hour long walk and delivered all the local cards. It really was a most pleasant and satisfactory day.
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