Then later, after our friends left (the ones that always pop round after church), I went to a coffee shop in Seatoun to meet with two of my old (well, they're actually young, not even thirty!) colleagues. One I see all the time, but the other has been teaching in Samoa. We laughed and laughed about our tough times at the old school then Molia regaled us with tales of life in Samoa, how slow it all is, what she had to adjust to over there, stinging centipedes crawling out of the classroom sink, policemen with nothing better to do than direct her into a parallel park, queue jumpers in the bank, taxi drivers that want to marry her, weddings being front page news, it's all quite hilarious. And she has had to learn to take life much slower. If you order something and it takes 45 minutes to come, well, that's what it takes. There is no point getting hot under the collar. And it's hot there, she showers 3-4 times a day!
Thing was, it was great to laugh and laugh and laugh, until people were turning round to gaze at us, mostly with amusement! We three used to share a lot of laughs when we worked together, mainly so we didn't cry. But it was great then, and was great again today. It's awfully healthy to have a good laugh. Puts a lot of things in perspective.
And this evening? It's really really hot here. I'm writing. I'm polishing Safe. It's going well. Bits are being deleted, but all for the good of the greater whole. It feels good. Anything I wrote and felt uncomfortable about, is OUT. Sometimes you write something, and you feel it's necessary even though it makes you squirm. Now, a few months later, I can say, 'Out!' and that feels a lot better!