Time to chillax and recharge my batteries
Happy New Year to all my lovely column readers! I hope you all had a lovely festive period.
My new motto for 2017 is a great phrase I saw on Facebook recently - ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys’ which I thought was a fabulous short way of reminding yourself ‘Each-totheir-own’.
Worry a little less about the negative actions of others, whether that’s what they are doing, what they are not doing, what they are saying and what they are not saying unless it directly affects you. I think we would all be a lot less stressed if we followed this motto in 2017. in Govanhill I used to live in when we first moved to Scotland after my Dad left the army, before I came to Castlemilk.
On the way to my Grans I always stop at the same roll shop that has been there since I was a wee girl: Caldwell’s Diary, better known locally as ‘Nan’s Roll Shop’. It is truly a wee Glasgow gem.
The ladies in there are fantastic, really friendly and kind. The place hasn’t changed since I was wee and I always feel really nostalgic when I step inside the door.
The girls always ask me how my work is going and I end up spending ages in there chatting, keeping them off their work and getting in the way of other customers because it’s such a nice wee place to pop into and reminds me of my youth, when I was a quiet, shy thing (honestly, that used to be me) going in with my dad to get his sliced cold meat.
Maria the manager says she can’t imagine me ever being quiet and shy.
She said ‘What the hell happened then?’ with a giggle when I told her that because I’m such a chatterbox now.
Nan’s reminds me of my youth, but it wasn’t until I was chatting to Marie properly one day that I discovered the shop has been there for decades.
It was taken over by Marie’s mother and father in-law, the late nan and Bill Caldwell, in the seventies but
Friendly Leah with the staff at Caldwell’s Dairy
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