Tripe and a real Jewel

It seemed like a revolving door today. I had loads of fiddly wee meetings and a visit to a Day Centre.

The latter was to the Jewel which is an appropriate name for it as it recently got top marks in the care Commissions Report. About a dozen older people enjoy the centre and the staff are all highly regarded especially the chef who cooks really nice food for them...except today"! The Scotch i.e. today was rock hard and every service user took the opportunity to tell me that! Poor chef! Talk soon turned to the service user’s penchant for tripe. As they waxed more and more lyrically about it I steadily got greener and greener. I am the queasiest person you will ever meet (19 year in Blood Transfusion and I still can’t stand the sight of blood). In all of the new homes and centres I visit they do say great things about the cuisine. Getting the food right is a very big deal I have found.

It was off to Clermiston for an evenings canvassing. Good response on the door step - a very settled community. My old metalwork teacher was still resident as were the family of one of my brother’s old school friends. This was an area which was in my original regional division so I have some track record there. Vote seemed to be holding up nicely.