Today the unexpected happened, my Blue Envelope arrived in the post.  Now, those of you living in the UK will understand the significance of this major event but for those of you who live elsewhere I will explain.  The Blue Envelope contains your invitation from the National Health Service to attend for a Covid vaccination.  My appointment is for Sunday 7th Feb. “Good for you!” you think, “…but why unexpected?”

Well, if you were to believe stories you read in the press you would think Scotland was centuries behind in its vaccination programme but here am I, a mere youngster by current priority standards, being summoned for the “Jag”.  Looking at the categories above me I hadn’t expected to be called until possibly late March.  So…do the NHS think I am a lot older than I actually am or, more worryingly, do they know something about me that they haven’t mentioned in the past sixty six years?  Hmm, admittedly I am getting older so it is possible I have dementia and have forgotten both my age and my (near non-existent) medical history.  I am confused.  I think I will write a blog post instead.  Ah, I just have…


As usual I have digressed.  What I had intended to write about today was something I discovered lurking in the early posts of the first (now redundant) blog as I learned how to put together the various styles of on screen presentation.  In those days I was flinging all sorts of ideas into the mix to see how they would work.  As the bloggers among you know the early days of a blog can be lonely affairs before you start to trawl around the blogosphere meeting like-minded souls as you go. As a result most of those early posts were seen by less than a handful of visitors.  On what is a sodding miserable (or as we say here “dreich”) Scottish February morning I thought I would cheer myself up by looking back to an unforgettable part of our (again – unforgettable) 2005 trip to Canada.

I’ll start by stating I do not like flying.  I hate turbulence. I positively hate airports.  I hate the unsmiling, sometimes close to hostile, airport bureaucracy.  I hate the “don’t care” attitude that airlines take with their customers.  In fact there is almost nothing I like about the whole experience.

So why…