I forgot to post my usual Friday photo last week so I’m posting a Sunday trio instead. I was out on Friday taking my octogenarian parents to the seaside. As we walked on the beach at St Andrews, my mum saw a roundish stone and said to me: ‘Is that a turnip?’ It amused me and I relayed the conversation to my dad, who hadn’t heard what she’d said. A few minutes later, he bent down to write in the sand.
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That is very funny. It’s so great your patents have maintained their sense of humour.
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I’m glad it amused you too, Darlene. My parents often make me laugh.
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You just don’t see sand turnips anymore.
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So true.
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love it!
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🙂
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Yes, as Madam says, you just don’t see those sand turnips anymore….. and I can’t remember ever seeing any sort of turnip on the beach!😁
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Me neither, this is the only time I’ve ever seen any sort of turnip on the beach.
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Beach and sand turnips aside, what struck me is how agile your dad is. Not all his age are able to bend down and write in the sand. Amazing, and fantastic humour.
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Thank you, Sonja, he is pretty fit for his age. He puts it down to lots of naps.
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Your parents are endearing! 🙂 How lovely that you can spend time with them.
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Thank you, Julia. I feel very lucky to have so much time with them.
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