Brave

Amid all the usual madness and mayhem on the news, there was one particular story which stood out this week and made me feel happy about the human race. A Malian migrant in Paris amazingly climbed up four storeys of balconies to rescue a four year old boy who was clinging to a railing outside an upper floor of a block of flats. The little boy had been left home alone by his Dad (who is now in all sorts of trouble with the police) and had climbed over the balcony. One of the crowd of onlookers had filmed the whole thing and, even though I already knew from the headline that it ended well, my heart was in my mouth as I watched the brave young man climbing swiftly towards the child. When he reached him, he grabbed him by the arm and swung him to safety.
What is even more heartwarming is the stylish way that the French have handled the situation; the young man has now met the French president, been granted full citizenship AND has been offered a job with the fire service!
Meanwhile in Cambuslang the good weather continues. It was greyer today but still delightfully warm and I spent some time sitting outside in the garden (I feel that I should while I can before the weather breaks!) before having a very pleasant brunch and chat with Jackie. Then I met Catherine to go to A Play, a Pie and a Pint at Oran Mor. This time the play was called Vampire Clinic and it was a touching story of two lonely people meeting. The dialogue was very sharp and both actors were excellent. By tea time James and I were sitting having pre dinner drinks in the garden. I love this warm weather!